God’s Love

M Marilyn Lott Marilyn Lott
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It was on a red dirt Sunday I took a little ride I was having so many problems They were hard to take in stride. I drove those red dirt roads awhile Did some serious thinking My mind was vague and blurred For I’d been doing a lot of drinking It was hard to put in perspective My life from where I sat But driving into the country that day I felt I might possibly get there yet I passed old barns and homesteads A horse stood idly by I felt suddenly close to God I got choked up and nearly cried A towering windmill was whirling .Round and ‘round it went It gave me a little comfort I felt so tired and nearly spent And then I saw a Methodist church It was like I was meant to see It sounds strange as I say it But I felt it was beckoning me I heard the plaintiff music So clear so sweet and strong And soon I found myself inside I felt I was where I belonged I thank our Lord each day now For leading me down this path I know that God truly loves me I’ve felt His love but never His wrath!

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