Sunday, October 26, 2014

Sweet Jesus

I hear in words so many things about Him
In argued tones and analyzing days
They cut and splice to fit into their notions
Then lift their songs in awkward, reaching praise.

Quite true it is we know not much about Him
From published texts, philosophies of men.
I cannot help to bend the knee in prayer
Beseeching God to teach to me again

His grace and truth.  My tender adoration
Of Whom I've come to know through stumbling tread
By giving all my life to seek and follow
Being rescued from my sin and from the dead.

Whatever else the world may say about Him
I know His face, His comfort and His rest.
His all consuming love becomes my standard
And in His sweet embrace I'm ever blessed.

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