Saint Patrick’s Day
DiVoran Lites
What shall I do to be a saint?
But who is saying that I ain’t?
The Bible says we all will be
When we let Jesus set us free.
Tag: Poetry
God Is Able
I found this in a church bulletin once and thought I would share it with you.
God is Able
By DiVoran Lites
From the frog that peeps and leaps,
To the bog that silent sleeps,
Your ways, Lord, are undiscoverable.
From the bright fuchsia myrtle,
To the sunning, fresh-spring turtle,
Your ways, Lord, inscrutable.
Unfathomable
Untraceable
Uncountable
Your call on me, Lord, irrevocable.
When I was a Child
When I was a Child By DiVoran Lites I spoke as a child,
I thought as a child,
I wanted as a child,
I pouted as a child.
Now I am old I have
Everything God ever
Wanted me to have,
And I am content in Him