NOT LOST, BURIED
Little things bury it, hide it right away,
A testimony that use to be bright as day,
When the spirit whispers that it is true
It is always somewhere inside of you.

Sin may cover it’s shine, so it grows dim,
Or a trial seems too great for you to win
The great battle that may rage all around,
And Satan creeps in, your light to confound.

Little by little he buries, with small lies,
Your testimony, dims your spiritual eyes,
So you cannot see what you know is there,
Till one day about truth you do not care.

But stop and remember days of long ago
When testimony was bright and did show
The way to glory, shining like the sun,
So send Satan away, so the battle will be won.

Seek out the truth that once set you free,
Dig into you heart for your testimony,
It is there waiting for a sweet silent prayer,
When those words are heard it will be there.

M Ann Margetson © July 5, 2001