On the day we parted with God, He had a smile on His face.
He turned and waved to us, we watched Him go in tearful silence.
Because the churches needed Him, I could not urge Him to stay.
I watched His back as He walked away into the distance, I kept His exhortations in my heart.
Whenever I am weak, I think of the price God has paid.
The love of God that cares for man and His powerful words
bestir and warm my heart, I feel so indebted to God.
I hate myself for caring too much about my flesh, and I feel unworthy to live before Him.