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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