I found the sense <br />God made for me. <br />When I recognized fact <br />He made the tree. <br /> <br />The foundation of this world <br />Invisible to see. <br />The whole creation of life <br />Wonder how can this be? <br /> <br />To someone small <br />No larger than you and me. <br />Who understand that this world <br />Is not ending life or eternity. <br /> <br />For you and I my friend <br />Have sense enough to know <br />That in God we trust <br />And to Him we must go. <br /> <br />To praise Him is to love Him <br />To fellwoship with others each day. <br />I'm glad that I found Him <br />In the sense of this way. <br /> <br />For the sense of the saint <br />Is what God made for me. <br />By simply recognizing <br />That man from Galilee. <br /> <br />Definite sense <br />Will come to you. <br />If you search in God's word <br />You'll find what is true. <br /> <br />You'll never have to worry <br />About what you should do. <br />If you recognize sense <br />That only God gave you. <br /> <br />For the sense of the saint <br />Is what God made for me. <br />By simply recognizing <br />He hung on Calavary. <br /> <br />Now it might seem strange <br />But its quite simple to see. <br />For when I found sense in Him <br />Is when I made sense to me.<br /><br />Cecelia Weir<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sense-7/
