How do we forget so soon the wonder of His presence?
That frees us from life’s binding, strong cocoon.
How can we trade so quickly -- His fingerprints upon our souls
And turn them in for selfish wants that soon will fade?
How can we so soon forget what true love really means?
That love seen its truest form
Was God-man hung between two thieves. . .
O, God, I choose to not forget the marks left by Your presence
But to draw up close, and let your love begin again in me.
By: Janene A. Dubbeld/FGG
That frees us from life’s binding, strong cocoon.
How can we trade so quickly -- His fingerprints upon our souls
And turn them in for selfish wants that soon will fade?
How can we so soon forget what true love really means?
That love seen its truest form
Was God-man hung between two thieves. . .
O, God, I choose to not forget the marks left by Your presence
But to draw up close, and let your love begin again in me.
By: Janene A. Dubbeld/FGG
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