Poem By David Taylor
How many words must I truly write
to put all that was ever done to rights.
How many verses need to be sung
to heal the wounds that time has cruelly done.
How heartfelt must this message be
to bring my soul back home to Thee.
How often must I, on bended knee
offer all my pride to simply be.
How can I ever, ever see
all that You promise that You are to me.
How can I fill each moment and each hour
in your presence without any other thought or dark desire.
How am I to reach an end
to this searching to simply be Your friend.
How, ohh how can it ever be
that I will deserve to live as one with Thee.