He Is Everything Poem by Gary James Smith

HE IS EVERYTHING

God's outstretched hand of grace
Is extended every day
To the weak and weary follower
Those near and those astray
Listen to His heartbeat
The still small voice of the Blest
Come unto Me ye weary and heavy laden
Come and find sweet rest

So often the world is clamoring
Our attention span is nil
We must have the newest gadgets
We must seek the latest thrill
While hurting souls around us
Are suffering in despair
Where are the compassionate soldiers
Where are the ones who care

Lord make my heart a refuge
A shelter in the time of storm
A display of peace and joy of the Lord
Which today is not the norm
I would be like Jesus
I want to serve that King
I will crown Him the Lord of my life
FOR HE IS EVERYTHING!

Copyright April 9,2011 3.15 a.m.
Gary James Smith