WEAN ME NOT, OH SAVIOUR.
Wean me not of my desire; For lost souls in bondage, Who enjoys the pleasures of sins, So many are they in the land.
Wean me not of my desire; Of men who are not discipled, But claim to be born anew, Though willfully walk-in compromise.
Wean me not of my desire; To pull out those heading to hell, Who though are churchgoers but not saved, In their lives are religious activities.
Wean me not of my desire; To preach to prisoners of self, Who worldliness has conquered, Having not option but to remain.
Wean me not of my desire; To call men out of the pursuit of mammon, Who has made their gods their belly, That always turned stones to bread.
Wean me not of my desire; Not to stop telling the proud, That the way up is humility, The Son of God is an humble man.
Wean me not of my desire; In pointing people to JESUS, And not to a particular preacher, For all men are grass, and are on trial.
Wean me not of my desire; To cease praying for the saints, That they maybe built up in faith, And in our Oneness to the Lord.
Wean me not of my desire; In consideration of the weak and gullible, That their eyes of understanding might open, Looking unto Jesus as our faith beginner and finisher.
Wean me not of my desire; Of being a watchman, To my brethren living in the light, Never to slide back from the call, Of following the narrow way that lead to life! ----------------------------------- ~ Charles Okotie (Smoothstone) |