His Voice
There is someone, i would like you to meet,
for all the world, will fall at his feet.
He is the word, God sent to us,
a precious gift, for us to trust.
Our ways were death, with no way out,
we failed our God, our life throughout.
He is always there, and never away,
the gift of God, for us to convey.
So faithful is he, to answer your prayers,
great love was given, for you are an heir.
His love is deep, as our cries are heard,
his grace is free, for his life is word.
His ways are love, no matter your choice,
he gave up his life, as we are his voice.
Copyright © John Aaron Green | Year Posted 2011
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