How Do I Love Thee
How do I love thee let me count the ways, The poet’s words repeat;
But how can I write the love for my Lord, Mere words cannot compete.
Majestic mountains as mighty citadels Ring out His mighty power,
Fertile valleys or rain swept forests Remind me every hour.
When I view the mighty redwood I see my Lord so tall,
But He’s also in the buttercup So frail and so small.
Precious memories of my time with Him When I looked upon His face;
When everyone else seemed not to care I felt His warm embrace.
He sees my every weakness He know my every flaw;
Yet He responds with tenderness Every time I fall.
How do I love my Lord I cannot count the ways;
So I just yield my life to Him To trust Him all my days.
Larry G. Wyatt ©
How do I love thee let me count the ways, The poet’s words repeat;
But how can I write the love for my Lord, Mere words cannot compete.
Majestic mountains as mighty citadels Ring out His mighty power,
Fertile valleys or rain swept forests Remind me every hour.
When I view the mighty redwood I see my Lord so tall,
But He’s also in the buttercup So frail and so small.
Precious memories of my time with Him When I looked upon His face;
When everyone else seemed not to care I felt His warm embrace.
He sees my every weakness He know my every flaw;
Yet He responds with tenderness Every time I fall.
How do I love my Lord I cannot count the ways;
So I just yield my life to Him To trust Him all my days.
Larry G. Wyatt ©