Gods Patience

Gods mercy reached down
When I was but a youth
As I read of the Christ
In His wonderful Book

In the presence of the Holy
The spotless Lamb
A whitewashed tomb
I saw that I am

The Spirit of the Lord
Did strive with me
But my sinful heart
Refused to believe

For many a day
For many a year
His still small voice
Whispered in my ear

O'h how patient is He
Who waited for me
Till I fell down
On bended knee

And all it took
Was a simple look
To see my name
Written in His Book