by Marijo Phelps
3/16/2009 / Poetry
Oh Jesus, Oh Jesus, these times with You are sweet
Why is it we fail to meet
I chase around doing busy things
And realize I've forgotten the King of Kings
A lot of the way
I know it wasn't "we" who failed to sit
But only me coming to you hit or miss
Forfeited peace to pay
Help me to arise victor over the sleepy morn
Before the day is scattered and torn
Quiet to sit with You
Waken me from precious night
Replace my darkness with Your light
While I sing praises of love to You
I need You, my incomparable Jesus, I need you anew
Help me daily to come and sit with You!!
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Saved by His grace in 1974, from 9 years of professing atheism into His loving arms. RN for 23 years, missionary with YWAM then statistical analyst for Every Home for Christ over 9 years. Living with my husband in the middle of a mountain meadow. GRIN! Wanting to spread the good news
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