They Follow Me . . .
I called them and they heard my voice; my children follow me;
they call in prayer and I hear, the deepness in their plea.
Born anew from nothing more than love I have bestowed;
their hearts where worn and rusted; but I turned them into gold.
I call, my children follow me, by faith believe upon their knees;
and so I hold them in the storm, they learn to walk with me.
No one can pluck them from my hand, I command their destiny,
they looked upon my cross of love, forever they will be with me.
The cross I bore was not in vain, was carried just for you;
my love for you endured the pain, I did what you could not do.
I took your sins upon myself, yes you I have redeemed,
I know you, so I called your name; and so you follow me.
The steps you take, the plans you make; I lead you in the WAY;
on this journey which you take; as you live and walk by day.
You follow as you bare your cross, and do as. I would say,
love is all I ask of you; just listen and obey.
