Some Christians tell me I don’t love You
Because my tongue is tied
All the beauty of salvation
Seems somehow trapped inside
The opportunities I long for
I daily pray will be mine
But when opportunity comes knocking
I never reach the door in time
Oh your spirit gives me wings to fly
As on You I meditate
But in real life the right reply
Occurs to me two days late
And the days turn into weeks
And into months and years
When my life should yield a harvest
I’m still sewing in tears
So they say I’m a pseudo-Christian
And not a real disciple
Yet strangely that’s not how I feel
And it’s not how I read the Bible
The Bible says You died for me
While I was still a sinner
And the blood You shed at Calvary
Declares that I’m a winner
And I know that You have saved me
And I know this love is real
With all my heart, mind, soul and strength
No matter how I feel
So I ask dear Lord that you complete
The good work you began
I can’t change myself into someone else
But I believe you can
“Who shall lay anything to the charge of God’s elect? It is God that justifieth. Who is he that condemneth? It is Christ that died, yea rather, that is risen again, who is even at the right hand of God , who also maketh intercession for us. Who shall separate us from the love of Christ?”
Romans 8:33-35a ( KJV )