FATHER'S LOVE
Come and receive God beckons to thee
A Lavished Love never ending to me
Unworthy we enter yet still do we see
God’s unveiled face smiling from a tree
Enter my Courts the King beckons thee
Humble my heart He’s come here to free
Receive gladly now gifts that was spree
Ready my bride to be brimming with glee
Till ‘ternity comes Father beckons to thee
I clarify this commission to be
Find fishers of men and make them agree
Such profound love unworthy are we
Prompting now the spirit beseech me to flee
Multiply forth your gifted degree
Hearing so clear on our fathers knee
Love you my son be all you can be
Dewald Botha
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