Monday, July 14, 2008

Heart, Why are you sad; when Jesus wants to make you glad?

There's no need to be bowed down with care,

Behold, the weather is fair.

Soul, why grieve thee so; when thou art the LORD's loving roe?

Behold, the fields blooming with flower,

In God's grace there is power

Tears, why must you flow; in the midst where the Lebanon Cedars grow?

Behold, the birds sing his praise,

There's healing in the Sun's holy rays.

Child, why do ye thirst; near the brooks where clear water doth flow?

Behold the Shepherd stands near,

to His loving breast holdeth thee dear.
Author: Liz VC

No comments: