Still …
Though his love we spurn,
Turn our back on Him
And just walk away,
He loves us,
Still….
Still…
Though we break His heart
By our cruel words
To our fellowwmen,
He loves us,
Still….
Still…
Though His wrath we earn
When our lights grow dim
And we disobey,
He loves us,
Still….
Still…
Though we walk sin’s path
That just ne’er affords
Us God’s peace again,
He loves us,
Still….
Still…
Though His pleading voice
We wrest from day to
Day, and still ignore,
He loves us,
Still….
Still…
Though grumblers we be
Whilst blest by His hand;
He pities our woes –
And loves us,
Still….
Still…
Though we seek earth’s joys
That bring us such woe
And leave us so poor,
He loves us,
Still….
Still…
He waits and pleads; he
Guides, he pities and
Condescends, because
He loves us,
Still….
Penned: 1986
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