We only know in part
not the whole.
who He is we can never
know.

none can know Him
completely,
but all can trust Him
wholly.
.
We can say His different
names,
but He is still the
same.

God is still God and whatever
you do,
He will always love
you.

But what of those who seem
so glad,
but others seem
so sad?

not all can believe the love they
are given..
Some cannot accept they
are forgiven.

you cannot earn your place
in heaven,
be glad for what you are
given


But what of those
who say
to be like them is the
only way.

The man said this is not
true.
God made you to be
you.

You may learn from others
it’s true.
you can copy what they
do.

But you will always
be you;
be yourself nothing else will
do.

So at last I began to
see
that I might find the God who
loves me.

so I wandered on to
see
if I could find the God who
loves me.

I saw a man on a
hill.
Quiet he was and
still.

I went to see who he
could be.
As I approached, he smiled
at me.

Does he know me
I thought;
Is this the man
I sought?

Do you know me?
I cried.
I know all sorts,
he replied.

Do you know what I seek
I asked?
Of cause I do
he laughed.

would you show me where
to go?
He said you are closer than
you know.

you look tired and weary,
he said.
and troubles fill your
head

Come , he said, and sit
with me;
and we will see what we
can see.

At last I thought it might
just be
that I will find the God
who loves me.

So I wandered on to
see
if I could find the God who
loves me.

As I wandered on from town to
town.
I saw some things that made
frown.

I saw some people sing with
joy.
and I aw some sit and
cry.

I thought why are some so
glad.
and others seem so
sad.

why does their God give one
favour;
and deny the same to
another?

wondering why this should
be.
I met some strangers who welcomed
me.

I asked them if I could find the
God who loves me.
They smiled and said you’ll Find him soon,
you’ll See.

Others did not agree. They looked
down on me.
They thought themselves better
than me.

I asked why did they see themselves
in such a way.
They said there are rules that You
must obey

You must speak the way
we do.
And do things our
way too.

I found this hard to
to see.
can’t God love me
just for me?

So I set out to
see.
If I could find the God who
loves me.