The more I realize the cries of Christ
He gave of Himself to every new age
With words bought, perfectly, at a high price!
Framed with desire to share of His truths
I wish I could testify with power
For so oft...for my heart to Him moves!
And I recognize blessings from Him shower
The more I create words on a page
The more I wish that someone would read...
I don't care what so ever their age
I labored so hard, from one thought's seed!
I am so blessed to live in a nation
With freedom to practice faith as one moves
Yet...many know Easter as just a vacation
Not knowing to search... and find of His truths!
Verse 1]
The more I create words on a page
The more I see the cries of Christ
He gave of Himself to every age
His words bought dearly, at a price
[Verse 2]
I write with longing to share His truth
I wish I could testify with power
So often my heart turns back to You
And I see Your blessings shower
[Chorus]
The more I create words on a page
The more I hope that someone reads
I don't care what year marks their age
I labored hard from one thought's seed
[Verse 3]
I'm blessed to live where faith is free
To practice as my conscience moves
Yet Easter passes for many
As just a holiday from their usual grooves
[Bridge]
May every line point past my name
Toward mercy freely given
May searching hearts discover grace
And find the truth that leads to heaven
[Final Chorus]
The more I create words on a page
The more I hope that someone reads
I don't care what year marks their age
I labored hard from one thought's seed
[Outro]
Look past the holiday, seek His truth
His love still calls to you






















































































































































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