The Truth
The Truth
Jesus, Jesus…
Please,
bless this house,
as I am only,
a small
mouse.
I need you daily,
from sun’s bright show,
to moon’s bright glow,
in the dead of all that’s night…
Thank you for all…
that… You… do.
Thank you far more…
for what I don’t know,
You do…
I lift You up…
in my heart,
it is the right way to start;
every day that I draw breath,
until the day of my death.
I know you will say my name,
and I will know of heaven’s home,
as all your promises are in the tome.
You are my Savior King.
Look up, time is near... do not fear... cheer...!
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