Who shall I tell
My soul is full of HIS grace
but to whom shall hear my heart?
His words filled my heart
But to whom shall I tell?
I have read
I have felt HIS presence
But not one of HIS flock bend their ear as to hear HIS daughter share of her joy…
Heavenly Father
you taught you son to speak of your heart
He sat
He listened
He seen THEIR love in their tear stained eyes
All you ever asked your disciples was to be Kind..
My heart
My soul is KIND
My idle hands sit unable to reach
those who are unable to see.
My past I am burying
My future is in your hands GOD
but……… my disciple has turned a blind eye.
Where does that leave me Jesus?
In a empty church, on a empty pew…
As I kneel down to offer my sacrifice
To whom shall I tell.. my cries are unheard, unseen..
“The Lord is my Shepard I shall not want”
but for repentance Jesus come place my shoulder your healing hands, fir you are my audience..
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