So beautiful she once was
Her face was full, alive!
The many works her hand did do
To make the old revive.
And then came he
Whose hands were cruel
To break her heart
To take her all.
And cause her to
Become so small
If only he would listen,
Hear her call.
Oh Mother Nature
So divine
You should have fought,
You were too kind.
Man’s cruel hands
Destroyed your youth,
Till your heart wrenched
Too late to soothe.
On the pew where I did sit
And pondered on Life’s bitter sweet;
Till earnestly at last I sought
The face I knew but I forgot.
My heart did stir
Within my breast
Till felt a tear
It wouldn’t rest.
A still small whisper
My heart heard;
To keep in prayer
To know His word.
“Fear me my child,
Oh come seek my face;
Spend a little while
Within my grace.”
“Not my will,
But Yours be done;
I’ll be still,
Cease my run.
Draw me close and hold me tight
Make me be Your great delight.
Come take my mind, my heart, my soul,
Warm it up, this heart so cold.”
My heart did know
I was to change
Immediately so?
Out of my range!
But inside my heart
I now know
A fire did start
And begin to grow.
