The More I Create Words on a Page

The more I create words on a page
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!