THOUGHT'S ON AN OLD THEME

THOUGHTS ON AN OLD THEME


CHRIST LIVES IN ME
IT MUST BE SO

FOR HIS WOUNDED HANDS ARE WEAK
HE NEEDS MINE TO DO HIS WORK
HIS PIERCED FEET CANNOT TRAVEL FAR
HE NEEDS MINE TO TRAVEL WITH
HIS HEART IS SADLY BROKEN
HE NEEDS MINE TO HOLD HIS LOVE
HIS HEAD ACHES FROM THE CROWN
HE NEEDS MINE TO THINK HIS THOUGHTS
HIS TONGUE IS PARCHED AND CRACKED
HE NEEDS MINE TO SPEAK HIS THOUGHTS

CHRIST LIVES IN ME
IT MUST BE SO
HE SUMMONS ME
I WILL GO

FRANK A VOLLMER