It's nice to know that no matter how I feel it doesn't change one simple fact... my Father loves me and He has not left me...
Remember?
Some gifts are fought for
Some gifts are free
Do you remember the day you fell down to your knees?
To cry, to pray
To receive the gift of Grace and then to turn another way?
I just wondered
Because I know that I forget
Before I know it I’ve returned to a path I should’ve left
I haven’t felt Him in so long;
I’m surprised how long it’s been
And I’m left to wonder if I’ll ever feel that way again
Is He there or is He gone?
Are you weary from the struggle without the strength for holding on?
Is it hard to hear over the noise?
If you were to listen carefully would you even hear a voice
That you remember?
Some gifts are loved
Some gifts are lost
Do you remember the last time you thought about the cost?
The price once paid
All to welcome home a child that once had run away?
I just wondered
Because I know that I forget
Before I know it I’ve returned to a path I should’ve left
I haven’t felt Him in so long;
I’m surprised how long it’s been
And I’m left to wonder if I’ll ever feel that way again
He’s still there, He’s not gone
He’s been waiting all your life for you to just stop holding on
Now let go, and make that choice
Cuz if you listen very carefully you just might hear a voice
That you remember
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1 comment:
thanks for reminding me of my first love. gets lost in all the "ministry" :-) not lost really - just easily overlooked.
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