How do You feel, Lord, when Your birthday comes round
And You look at the mess we are in?
It’s two thousand years since You died on the cross
When You came to save us from sin.
Do You weep, Lord, when You look at what man has done
Oh, yes, I know there are some
Who were martyred, and others who lived by Your Book
But what did most of us become?
Don’t despair, Lord, we are praying for Your kingdom to come
For love to fill everyone’s heart
For all folk to put You first in their lives
With the knowledge that we’ll never part.
So now on Your birthday, my present to You
Is my life, and my love, and my heart
Together with prayer that just one more soul
Will give You their lives at the start.
While they’re still young and sin has not spread
To ruin another young life
Before sin has eaten into their brain
And they cannot tell wrong from the right.
We all know of young ones we cherish for God
Whether family or friends, it’s the same
We’ll keep lifting their names that Your Spirit will work
Till they yield up their lives in Your name.
©2009 Wyn Barratt.