Lord, my lips confess Your name,
my mouth utters my love for You
every day I articulate the words
that I know You are due.
With sweet expressions,
I tell other’s about Your grace
confessions of how everyday
I seek to find Your face.
My tongue drips with honey,
when I talk about my devotion
for You are my living God
and I can barely hide my emotion.
The fruit upon my lips,
speak of all You have done for me
but in my heart I must confess . . .
at times ~ it’s’ so far away from Thee!
King James Version
“This people draweth nigh unto me with their mouth,
and honoureth me with their lips;
but their heart is far from me.”
Deborah Ann Belka