May I hear Thee with my heart, Heed Thee oh my Lord by my deeds?
I know there’s always forgiveness; help me Lord to plant Thy seeds
Of loving kindness, loving each another and extending a helping hand,
And endeavor to send Thy message of salvation all across the land.

Lord, there art some who doubt Thee, who think You’re not our Lord,
Tell my heart how Lord, to teach of Thine own sweet accord,
In the words You gave me Lord, bless each and everyone, for Thy sake,
And maybe other ways to show You’re real and more believers to make.

Tell them You made the stars that sparkle brightly, on any given night
The sun, the earth, Heaven above even unto the glory of the bright moon light,
Trees growing, grass everywhere, how do they think a nerve was made?
I know all was made by Thine own hand, all was made as Thou bade.

Forgive them Lord, they know not what they say about Thee being real,
Why, how would one have the heart to live oh Lord, how would they feel?
If not for Thy saving grace which lights up our face with true wondrous awe,
Knowing dear Lord, after you came upon the scene we didn’t live under the law.

But through Thy grace and forgiveness and Thy wondrous abounding love,
Which even the prophets of long ago knew, before coming on above
To reap the glories of Thy love, maybe listen to the music of the harps play
On entering into Glory, through the blood of our Savior in that awesome day.

Copyright © Pearlie Duncan Walker