It was like a MAGNET drawing me here
After the death of my Mary, so precious and dear.
I sensed there was a FIRE, the power of the Spirit
Entwined in each sermon and I was craving to hear it.
As I told Brother Shaw quite some time ago,
Each sermon hit home and I wanted him to know.
It was though God had this plan for months, you see
For the sermons were designed especially for me.
And each time I was jolted with a powerful punch
My Master had provided me with a Spiritual "lunch".
No matter how I feast I never get enough.
Oh yes, I'm addicted to this Spiritual stuff.
Sometimes I leave this church feeling good inside
But often I feel an urge to just CRY and hide
Cause I feel so dirty and filled with guilt
As my sins are exposed I humbly.. just wilt.
Oh, the precious blessings I feel within
Each time I'm convicted of another hidden sin.
More chipping is needed my nature is tough
For I'll never be anything but a diamond in the rough.
I could never get to heaven all alone
I praise my sweet Savior, His blood did atone.
Brother Tom is preparing us for a revival to start
But it's already begun down deep in my heart.
I pray for revival from our town to our nation
Drawing souls to the Lord, the
Master of Creation.
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Mary Katherine Kohl
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II Chr. 7:14 If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sins, and will heal their land.
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