I've been set apart
As a missionary
Never seeing my family
For eighteen months
Was I ready to come
To serve the Lord
I see the testimonies
Strong, I want to hide
I know I mustn't for
There are those depending
I question myself asking
"Am I fake? Do I
Belong amongst these nobles?"
I was told He was pleased
Before leaving my kin
I doubt, but why?
Am I that much closed?
My love for the Saviour
I confess is strong
For what He did to let
Me live! He lives!
How shall I repay?
Walk forward
Look behind
(I) see footprints
In the sand
When will I go home
Will I go when He says, "Come"
When will my mission end
Will I be ready when for me
He will send
When will I see my family
Will I be prepared when they say
"Come - together we'll be"
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Sunday, January 11, 2009
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Why Oh Why - When We Draw Apart - Can A Man Go To The End
Why oh why
Does that little man
Cry
Does he have any friends
Does he have any kin
Why oh why
Does that little man
Cry
That sits under the
Tree
He has no shade
Doesn't know the way
So, why oh why
Does that little man
Cry
He's all alone
He has no home
When we draw apart
I don't know what
To do
When we go our
Separate ways
Who is it really
That pays
We were put together
To see each other
Through
What would I do
If I didn't have
You
Can a man go to the end
Of the world
Can a blind man see the
Colors of wind
Can a rich and ripe grape
Turn into a fig
Yes, they can for so you see
All things are possible
When we have faith in Thee
Does that little man
Cry
Does he have any friends
Does he have any kin
Why oh why
Does that little man
Cry
That sits under the
Tree
He has no shade
Doesn't know the way
So, why oh why
Does that little man
Cry
He's all alone
He has no home
When we draw apart
I don't know what
To do
When we go our
Separate ways
Who is it really
That pays
We were put together
To see each other
Through
What would I do
If I didn't have
You
Can a man go to the end
Of the world
Can a blind man see the
Colors of wind
Can a rich and ripe grape
Turn into a fig
Yes, they can for so you see
All things are possible
When we have faith in Thee
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