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This Wonít Go Away

Robert M. Mayhew

 

The birds you care for

Night and day

The daisies apparel

On fine display

 

Yet food in our house

And clothes on our back

That kind of faith

I sorely lack

 

While in the womb

You knew me well

Your hands nearby

Incase I fell

 

Youíve numbered the hairs

Upon my head

But my measure of faith

Is all but dead

 

How many times

Did my life You spare

From bodily harm

And Satans snare

 

Why oh God

Is faith not here

In this shell of a man

You hold so dear?

 

Where is the faith

That can part the sea

And displace mountains

And display to me

 

The mighty works

Of those gone before

Abraham, Moses

And so many more?

 

Why can we not do

Those things today

Has the Bride of Christ

Gone so astray

 

Tell me please God

Which way to go

Tell me dear God

Iíve got to know

 

How can I link

My heart with Yours

How does Heaven

Open itsí doors

 

To pour out on us

Your Spirit of Love

And Faith and Hope

From Heaven above

 

Dear God my heart hurts

For wanting to know

What is the key

Where do I go

 

What do I read

What do I say

Show me God Show me

This wonít go away

 

The clay is ready

For the Potter to mold

Do so dear Father

In a Spirit so bold

 

For this earthly life

Is fleeting so fast

That once distant future

Is now my past

 

You anguished up there

On that cross in pain

To save mankind

From a world gone insane

 

That measure of Love

I want in my heart

And that measure of

Faith in whole, not in part

 

My precious, precious God

Creator of man

I give to You

My heart in my hand

 

I wait upon you

This spot I wonít leave

ĎTill this pain in my heart

You sooth and relieve

 

Answer God Please

Of You I implore

From your servant in Christ

Forevermore!

 

SoBeIt!!!

 

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