I went to the cross but I could not stay....someone said God wasn't there that day.
I went to the cross every day, every hour...my heart was growing weary and sour.
I finally pushed my self away and then I knelt down and prepared to pray
Lord God bless this wretched servant of your tender care
For eighteen years I was simply not there.
Accept the pleas of my tender heart, I pray that we shall never part.
Dear God,
I wrote you a poem that tells you how I feel at having lost you and then discovering you. My entire world is yours. Please take me and use me as you can. You are telling me that I can spread your word, that I can be a missionary but I don't see the workings. Please show me what I should do. Make me yours.
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