Tempered in the Word: in preview
NOTHING MORE
-Bonita M Quesinberry
Oh, Father, to You what do I owe
for tears You shed and
warnings of woe?
What can I eagerly pay
for the price You paid
that day?
"Your love, nothing more
my child,"
and You looked down upon me
with a smile!
Oh, Father, how can You know
of my love
from such a lofty throne above?
What can I anxiously do
to prove my heart worthy
and true?
"Love others, nothing more
my child,"
and You looked down upon me
with a smile!
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But, Father, how do I love You
and others
and call my enemies
my brothers?
What can I perpetually do
to show myself
and love to You?
"Obey all my laws,
nothing more my child",
and You looked down upon me
with a smile!
Oh, Father, You ask
so little of me,
and yet You set my soul free!
I ask of You so very much,
and You give it
with such a gentle touch!
You were even there when I
was a wayward child!
And, still, You look down upon
me with a smile!
