God's Love

      Rise up Zion from your bed of ease.
  Lift to God your humble pleas.
  This is not the rest He said He'd give,
  Your life is not your own to live.
  The slothfulness of this world,
  and the cares thereof,
was not declared of thee.
  For a part of Myself you are,
  Yea, of Abraham's Royal Seed.
  My very life flows through your veins,
  Yet oftentimes, Ye are slow to heed,
  The words of Truth I speak unto thee.
  You yet have many things to put off,
  But My love for you is corrective,
    And I will chastise and correct my child, When I see,
    That he in his own carnality,
  has forgotten for a short span,
      The things concerning me.

By: Paul & Tina Wilson
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1992