Poetry

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Bid Me, "Come!" 10/12/08

Jesus, please call me constantly,
Make Your way known to me completely.
Every second of every day,
Don't let me turn and walk away
From You. Bid me, "Come," and bid me, "Stay."

Lord sometimes I travel so far away from home
And begin to shiver, all alone.
Somehow I've slipped away from Your side
In arrogance, lust , sin, or pride,
And, oh, then the tears I have cried.

The path away is easy to go,
But coming home seems so slow
Even though Your Spirit is willing to guide,
And I know at Your feet I'll not be denied
And all my needs will be suppled.

I hearken, I hear it, I'm running so fast
Away from Satan's fiery blast.
His lies and deceits I have left behind
Me, seeing now how I have been blind,
All I want is for Jesus to be mine.

Copyright 2008 by Brenda LaVelle

Always, in all ways, to God the honor and glory!

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