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OH, MY CHILD, WHY CAN'T YOU SEE?
Oh, my child, why
can't you see
How much you really mean to me?
I want to hide you 'neath my wing
And cause your wounded heart to sing.
I know by others
you've been deceived,
But you know my Word can be believed.
So put your trust in me alone,
And I will let my will be known.
I long to
take you in my arms
And keep you safe from all that harms,
But you must do your bit, too,
For I will not take free will from you.
If you want to
know my desire for you,
Just read my Word, for it is true.
Please don't rely on the words of men,
Or you will risk being hurt again.
So many say they
speak for me,
And that their words will set you free,
But on me alone you can depend,
And I will always be your friend.
Upon the Cross my
blood was shed,
And those around thought I was dead,
But then I rose up from the grave,
From sin and death your life to save.
Now I sit at my
Father's side,
And soon with me you will abide.
Then, with all the heavenly throng,
You'll find a home where you belong,
So watch
and wait, I'll soon be there,
When I come to meet you in the air.
And you will have eternal life,
With no more worries, pain or strife.
Copyright
© 1999 Christine Chipman. All rights reserved.
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