| How Often Would I . . . But Ye Would Not |
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I would my child this year you had grown That you my Word had better know I longed to lead you higher on the way I wished to fashion o’er the broken clay BUT YE WOULD NOT I would that you a light had been for Me To let your friends see clearer life’s ‘eternity’ I would at work you’d made a stand for Me I would you’d shunned all lies and base hypocrisy BUT YE WOULD NOT I longed that you’d a tender mother be Knowing your child ‘my special gift’ to thee Taking the time to make him learn of Me Teaching the sacrifices of Calvary BUT YE WOULD NOT I would as a father you had been their guide True, holy, noble, seen from every side That all your family could have turned to Me Because in you they did My image see BUT YE WOULD NOT Will you heed all that I do ask of thee Will you reveal what I still long to see Will you respond to My own agony Will you obey your Master’s tender plea OR WILL YOU NOT? |