WHY DO I BELIEVE
When I was young I loved God above,
I knew that Jesus was full of sweet love,
It was deep inside me, part of my being,
Why did I believe without ever seeing?
When I heard the truth I knew it was for me,
A path laid out leading safely through eternity,
I knew the Jesus stories were all so very true,
Oh, why do I believe without ever meeting you?
I know that He suffered, I want to share in His pain,
I want to reach sweet heaven and His favour gain,
I know I am forgiven when I truly, sadly repent,
Oh, why do I believe that for me He was sent?
There is a voice that whispers, gives my heart rest
When I keep the commandments, He is my guest,
I know, I do not doubt, my Saviour lives and loves me,
Oh, I know why I believe, I have my own testimony.
‘Twas given by the spirit, it burned deep in my heart,
The Holy Ghost whispered to me, did His great part,
The world around me shouts of the glory of God above,
Oh, yes I do know why, it is because of God’s pure love.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson January 26, 2003