Blessed
And so it is with so much of God’s Grace
Yet so many people don’t know of His Face
They walk around taking every single thing for granted
Not seeing God’s Glorious Hand holding up this tiny little planet
Not seeing His Glory reigning eternal from above
Not seeing Jesus and His endless amount of love
Not seeing His Sacrifice, the price He paid
For these people are the ones for whom I prayed
For in all of their forsaking and all that disbelief
My heart is always breaking for each one of them in grief
For the greatest Blessing of salvation there for all of mankind
Is the one blessing this nation has imprudently declined
It cannot be unless it is received
Set free not to be grieved
Open your heart and strain your ear
Impart for He holds you so dear
Psalms 3:8
Copyright © Vincent Flannery | Year Posted 2013
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