Isaiah 49:15
Can a mother forget her infant
be without tenderness for the child of her womb?
Even should she forget,
I will never forget you.
See, upon the palms of my hand I have written your name.
As I awoke this morning
I felt God's gentle hand ~
a still small voice was whispering
it's time child you began.
How can you share my message
with those in need of me ~
until it's written on your heart
instilled in memory.
The world you sees a prayer book
written by my hand ~
but you can't comprehend it
til My Spirit takes your hand.
Though many claim to know me
swear with me they stand ~
they cry out at corrections
dealt by My loving hand.
As they struggle for an answer
if they'd only stop and see ~
that's why I sent My Precious Son
to die on Calvary.
I've given many guideposts
My Son, My Spirit and My Word ~
then set you in a world my child
with lessons you must learn.
Look My child and tell me
can you miss the beauty; miss the care~
I've measured with my loving hand
it surrounds you everywhere.
Have you seen a sunrise lately
heard the whisper of the breeze ~
or walked beside still waters
with the Shepherd I sent thee.
There are multitudes now suffering
they cry out desperately ~
I left my word to feed them
they have great need of me.
Awake My child and do the job
I've entrusted unto thee ~
tell them I am coming back
rejoice ~ rejoice in Me.
Copyright by Sandra Kelly 2002
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