Jesus calls us to be holy,
From this restless, hurting world,
As we hear His sweet voice again,
Saying, "My Child" I'm in your pain.
All I want to do is love you
And gather you around my knee,
I'm in your joy and in your sorrow,
Child, I'm with you all the while.
In my arms, I will cradle you
Though your hearts are breaking,
As the dark shadows fall,
I'm with you still, I gave my all.
I hear you, my children crying
Hurting souls in deep despair,
Oh the lonely hearts that's grieving,
Life here, seems so unfair.
Many times so tossed and driven
On the restless sea of time,
Trials here we cannot understand,
Not until we reach the promise land.
Bye and bye, life will be over
And all the shadows are rolled away,
We'll sing of our wonderful Savior,
On that happy, happy, golden day.
God does come to us who weeps
He draws us close and holds our hand,
Enfolds us in his loving care,
He hears and answers every prayer.
Bernice Ward ©2005
1 Corinthians 2:9
But as it is written, Eye hath not seen,
nor ear heard, neither have entered
into the heart of man, the things which
God hath prepared for them that love him
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