Teach Me, Lord

D Denis Martindale Denis Martindale
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Please teach me, Lord, I'm ready now, As ready as could be, No longer proud and so I bow Before Your Majesty... For who am I and what am I Of all on Earth below? And yet for me, Your Son would die, And to His Cross would go... They beat Him up, they crushed His face, They scourged His back as well... You placed on Christ our great disgrace... That grace saves us from Hell... To think, they forced a crown of thorns Into Christ's battered head And Mother Mary deeply mourns Lord Jesus lying dead... But God, You would not spare Your Son! You raised Him from the Tomb, You glorified what Christ had done, You overcame the gloom... You sent Your Spirit to the Earth, For Pentecostal praise, To sanctify and prove His worth, For only Christ obeys... The Saviour of the world lives on, He lives in hearts now warmed, Because the hearts of stone are gone, God-blessed, reborn, transformed. The mortal flesh gets old and dies, Our riches turn to dust, Yet all the faithful realise - The Trinity we trust... That's why the rich and poor alike Give money left and right, The iron's hot and so they strike And give with all their might. The widow's mite was praised by Christ, For she gave all she had... Thus God knew what was sacrificed And He was mighty glad... Do not condemn the poor, my friends, God hears their prayers each day... He shares a love that never ends And never fades away... One day, the Son of Man will claim The Bride of Christ and more... One day, the world will praise His Name! That's not what He died for... He died to set us free from sin, He died our lives to save, He died our precious souls to win, He died our sins to waive... He lives to bless us, every one, He lives to guide us through... And blessed are those who hear God's Son, Who whispers, 'I LOVE YOU...' Please teach me, Lord, I'm ready now, As ready as could be, No longer proud and so I bow Before Your Majesty... For who am I and what am I Of all on Earth below? And yet for me, Your Son would die And to His Cross would go... Denis Martindale, copyright, May 2011.

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