There are times when I feel I have little to offer;
Such days are despairing and cold.
There's no shortage of those who will share my assessment;
At least, that is what I've been told.
And the times come when there are just NO easy answers;
Each moment monot'nous and long,
But I've found a good way I can beat the frustration;
By trying to write a new song.
It might be a song about roses and sunsets,
Or a ballad as true as can be,
It might be a song about dogs or of mountains,
Or a song that says "Jesus loves me".
When the final day comes and They look for a reason
To keep me or throw me back in;
I'm sure, at that time, the question will surface,
"Did he die in good grace, or in sin?"
As They try to determine, if that which I offered
Is worthy of Heaven's reward;
Ihen a choir of sweet angels, in unison tells me,
"Write just one more song for the Lord.
"But make it a song of His grace and His mercy,
Or a song, that the spirit, sets free;
Or make it a song of His love and His goodness,
Or that simply says 'Jesus Loves Me'."
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