God, what a sinful way I’ve led.
All in the name of love.
Yet I know somewhere inside me,
Who I need is high above.
I see a glance of handsome men,
And catch a winking eye.
As I go to meet the man,
I’m telling you good-bye.
Why do I not see this thing?
Why must I be so blind?
If only I would follow my heart
And leave the dreams behind.
Oh, Holy Father, full of grace,
Please return my strength.
Replace, I pray, the love in me
To live for You again.

3-14-1990
Written by Gail Brookshire
God is my hero!