When you were an infant, did your mother not give you milk? As a baby, did she love you? Smooth and caressing, did she not swaddle you in fine silk? When the storm came and made you cry, did she not reassure you wouldn't it be better in the by and by. Did she guard you when you skinned your knees? When you learned to walk, she'd say come baby please. When you were sick in bed with a cold, did she warm you? feed you, put warm blankets to you, she'd say stay in bed as you were told! There were times when she had to scold;You tried to be bold. She cried when you were born--love love, but hell has no fury like a mother scorned. Your first scripture, Jesus loves me this I know, for the Bible tells me so. She said, if you lose Jesus, there'll be no more.
The eyes of love, they beckon you, the beautiful touch is so brand new. The hands are strong they make you glad; the love is sweeter than a song. The babys scent that fills the air, let's God know that Jesus has the care. All this I've shared is made from the foundations of time, Jesus my Lord and God the Father is so Divine. He'll strenghten you when you are ill, He'll make a way He'll pay your bills. Your pay is glory divine, give praise to glory and you'll be fine. all you saints, listen to me, no sins no more, no hate, no more. Now is the time when God will let you be. Are you ready to be left alone,you are like Jesus sitting on the throne. If you don't believe what I say, read Ephesians today. Tomorrow may be too late, don't you slip you'll be great. Give glory to God, make your way. the scripture says food for the stomach, the stomach for food, don't eat too much and be a fool. Fast and pray and you'll be cool. Open up thine eyes and be people of the day; watch and watch cause these are the days of evil, no matter what they say.
My year is six, mine eyes I see. No father yet has come to me. The playgrounds full while I play; children laughing O happy sound. I notice not who pushes the swing, nor the one who silently sings. Is there a void so soon in my life? A father's touch none have I, too young to know, too ignorant to understand; that a father's touch is a guiding hand. I retreat to another land, still too young to understand. A world of colors I belong, so sweet the song that I sing! Sadness lives in my land, a land I still don't understand. My mother is so strong I love her dearly with my heart; I still don't know where I belong. my age is twelve, my eyes can't see where I'm actually supposed to be. I walk the long and winding road; I'm thirsty, I'm hungry as a child will be, but my eyes they still can't see. At last a house on a hill, what can it be? A church of God of Calvary. I linger, I thirst, my soul is dry. Why? Why? I wonder why? It seems as though I fell down, I don't remember why. All I know is a hand picked me up, and I began to cry. As I rise He says to me, from now on my son, you'll always be: I'll send you where you need to be. Open thine eyes and you will see, Just as long as you believe in me. You'll never hunger and thirst you will see. I rose to speak He disappeared. My new faith was born in me, now I truly see. My trials now, I, on my own, only with a Father to lead me on. As I look back on that day, I kneel down and begin to pray. Now I walk in a different way, Now my eyes see, although I suffer, it's for Jesus and a short stay in THIS WORLD TODAY. Now I go in this barren land, Jesus beside me as I stand. I wish one day I will see, what I'm really supposed to be. A son of God I truly am; living in heaven is where I truly stand. I'm eighteen now and my years are almost here, I'll go to heaven where there is no fear. I'll live in glory and sing all day, then I will truly say that Lord Jesus I love you dear, and there is only left one fear; for my daddy I wish you were near. All I have left to say.
My father left, I don't know why? I'll wonder till the day I die.
Written by Kenneth W. Adams (KBear) 1990's--Happy Valentines to all the beautiful LADY BULLDOGS
Written for the Bulldog family.
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