There's more to life than meets the eye,
or satisfies the flesh,
seek His face and not His hand,
a friend of mine once said.
No man may see My face and live,
the scriptures did reveal,
still i sought and saw His face,
and i am dying still.
But through my death i have found,
that i'm released, no longer bound,
to fear or greed or lust or hate,
free to love, a Godly trait.
And though i have a ways to go,
to understand the Spirits flow,
and grow the fruit that feeds His sheep,
i trust You Lord my soul to keep.
The fruit of the Spirit is love,
God says be fruitful and multiply.