Too sure a faith, to question
Too many truths, to deny
Too deep was His love, to reject Him
So concerned for my soul that He’d die

Too many tears in the garden
Too many thorns on His brow
Too great was His pain there on Calvary
For me to turn from Him now

Too many times that He’s blessed me
Too many times answered prayer
Too much to gain, to forsake Him
Too many treasures up there

Too many years now behind me
Too near the end of the race
Too anxious to meet Him in glory
And just to look on His face

                                       Written in April, 2006