MY FATHER HAS A HOLY HEART

MY FATHER HAS A HOLY HEART

THE HOLE IS SHAPED LIKE YOU

SO I HAVECOME TO BRING YOU HOME

TO MY FATHER’S THRONE

I DESIRE TO HAVE YOU, ABOVE ALL OTHER THINGS

I GAVE YOU MY BEST, THAT’S ALL I CAN DO

I LOVE YOU CHILD, AND I LIFT MY VOICE

TO CALL YOU HOME, TO MY THRONE

HOW I LONG TO BE YOUR FRIEND

I WANT YOU FOR MY OWN

EVERY MOVE YOU MAKE, EVERY BREATH YOU TAKE

I’M WATCHING YOU

I CAN NOT TELL YOU THE DEPTHS OF MY LOVE

THE WORDS HAVE POWER BEYOND YOUR STRENGTH

I WILL SPEND ETERNITY

SHOWING YOU THE DEPTHS OF MY LOVE FOR YOU

MY HEART BEATS FOR YOU

I LONG TO HOLD YOU IN MY ARMS FOREVER MY CHILD

YOUR TEARS TOUCH MY HEART SO DEEPLY

THAT I’VE SAVED EVERY ONE IN A BOTTLE 

YOUR THE ONE CALL BY NAME, YOUR THE REASON THAT I CAME

YOU ARE MY FRIEND FOR ETERNITY

YOU ARE MY TREASURED CHILD, YOU ARE THE ONE I LOVE

YOU ARE MY REASON FOR COMING

YOURTHE ONE I CALL MY OWN

YOU ARE THE ONE I CAME AND GAVE MY LIFE FOR

I WAITED, AND I HERD YOUR CRY

YOU CRIED OUT IN YOUR DISPAIR, AND INSTANTLY I WAS THERE.

O’ SO QUICKLY I CAME, WHEN I HERD YOU CALL MY NAME

THE SOUND OF YOUR VOICE SENT SHIVERS UP MY SPINE,

WHEN I HERD YOUR CRY, I KNEW THAT YOU WERE MINE

0’ THIS DAY I HAVE WAITED FOR

0’ YOUR VOICE, WHEN YOU CRY OUT TO ME

0’ YOUR HEART, WHEN IT SO LONGS FOR ME

I’M CALL-ALL-ALL-ALL-ALLING YOU (THE MOURNFUL CRY OF GOD)

THE CRY OF PAIN (LIKE PRINCESS BRIDE-CRY OF HEART)

0’ HOWARD, GIVE ME WORDS, THAT ARE NOT, TO EXPRESS MY LOVE

FOR YOU. (BEYOND WORDS) I SPOKE AND IT WAS (CREATION), BUT THIS IS SOMETHING I CANNOT SPEAK (BEYOND WORDS) (BEYOND CREATION)

By Howard Smith     4/18/2001

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I AM MY ONLY SHEEP

 

I AM MY ONLY SHEEP

I FELT THE CALL OF GOD SO STRONG UPON MY HEART

I SET OUT TO BUILD A CHURCH AND TRY TO DO MY PART

THE WALLS, THEY WENT UP SLOWLY

BECAUSE I LABORED ALL ALONE

BUT I KNEW WHEN IT WAS FINISHED

THE CROWDS WOULD SURLY COME

FROM MY CONGREGATION I NEVER HEAR A PEEP

CAUSE l AM MY ONLY SHEEP

I STOOD BEHIND THE PULPIT A WAITING FOR THE FLOCK

MY HEART BEGAN TO SINK WHEN I LOOKED AT THE CLOCK

IT WAS NEAR 10:30, THEY KNEW WE MEET AT 10:00

THEN I SAID TO JESUS, O’ NO PLEASE NOT AGAIN

IF MY SERMON IS KIND OF BORING SOMETIMES I FALL ASLEEP

I AM MY ONLY SHEEP

WELL THE CONGREGATION I SEEN WAS MIGHTY SMALL

SO I HUNG ME MIRRORS ALL AROUND THE WALL

IT’S BEEN THIS WAY 2 YEARS NOW

AND NO ONE EVER CALLS

I THINK THERE OUT AT MOVIES

OR MAYBE SHOPPING MALLS

AT THE FOOT WASHING SERVICE I HAD TO WASH THEM BOTH

CAUSE I AM MY ONLY SHEEP

WHEN I TOOK ATTENDANCE; THERE WAS ONLY ONE

THEN I COUNTED THE OFFERING; AND FOUND THAT THERE WAS NONE

THE LORD, HE SPOKE UNTO ME

AND THIS IS WHAT HE SAID

I’M GOING TO POUR MY SPIRIT OUT

RIGHT UPON YOUR HEAD

THEN HE SAID UNTO ME “YOU MUST NEVER DOUBT OR FEAR

NUMBERS I’M NOT COUNTING, IT’S HEARTS THAT I HOLD DEAR”

I GAVE THE ALTER CALL AND TO THE FRONT I CAME

I LAID MY OWN HANDS ON ME, AND BY HIS SPIRIT I WAS SLAIN

LORD I HAD A GREAT TIME, THIS SUNDAY WAS THE BEST

HOWEVER, IF I COULD MAKE OF YOU, JUST THIS ONE REQUEST

IF YOU COULD PLEASE LORD, ONLY THIS ONE TIME

NEXT WEEK LORD, KEEP ALL THE PEOPLE HOME

SO WE CAN MEET NEXT SUNDAY, HERE AGAIN, ALONE

 

By Howard Smith   4/18/2001

 

 

 

 

 

 

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