As a Young Boy I Told Others of Jesus
I once loved to tell others of Jesus
as a young boy.
My heart was filled with
love, prayer and joy.
Talking about Jesus, I had spent.
I loved to talk about him,
everywhere I went.
As the years went by,
I started growing old.
The things of God, I had no longer told.
A coldness in my heart began to brew.
Even God’s word-I no longer knew.
I only talked about God to
people in the church.
But in my heart was a hunger for a new search.
A search to return to Jesus-my long lost love.
I fell on my knees and cried to God above.
As I began to confess to God everything.
A newness to my life I knew he would bring.
I began to feel his love come all over me.
The chains were now gone-I was set free!
If a coldness for Jesus dwells in you.
Remember his love is steadfast and true!
Return to him to cleanse you within,
And experience the joy of being born again!
By Jim Pemberton
2006
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