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!

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