Across The Miles Of History
I can tell you I love you, but my heart says I don't..
I can hug you with comfort, but wish I won't.
I can give you my
wealth, beyond compare..
But if I neglect to give you Jesus, I do not even care.
On a hot summer's day, I can give you shade..
On a platter of silver, a feast can be laid.
My lips can utter endearments, from morning till night..
But if I do not speak Jesus, then I fail to be the light.
All that I possess, I endow to you..
My gold and my silver, I can give to your due.
On tapestry of linen, you can lie on my bed..
But without the Blood of Jesus, you cannot be wed.
If I travel on a chariot, over land and sea..
Across the miles of history, just to have tea.
To adorn you with lace and the essence of my love..
I will fail to portray, the gift like a dove.
Where should I go, if I walk untoward..
For nothing in this world, will transfer to my sword.
While I am here, I must give of my best..
For the day will soon come, when I may not be at rest.
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