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written 04/07/1989

Submitted:Jul 31, 2014    Reads: 28    Comments: 3    Likes: 2   

You walked from the church and you went away

They haven't laid eyes on you there since that very day

In the pews by the windows, as they sing their hymns

They look out to see, when you'll come back to Him

God's tears are falling like the April showers

He's always sad just knowing where you are

Nothing else ever seems to bother him

Except that he knows you're dying in your sin

You went out on your own but he waits for you

The time is getting shorter, almost time to pay the due

Please can you tell him why it's taking you so long

Because the Lord is coming back, soon to take us home

God needs no calendars and marks off no days

You ought to know he loves you in oh so many ways

All the time you're on his mind, his heart's about to break

Won't you come on home now, before it gets to late


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