"Why are you a Christian?" you asked the other day.
"Why have you forsaken all, to walk this narrow way?"
Oh let me stop and tell you, why I follow Him,
Why all other treasures, in His light, grow dim.
"Why have you forsaken all, to walk this narrow way?"
Oh let me stop and tell you, why I follow Him,
Why all other treasures, in His light, grow dim.
I have found the priceless Prize
And I will not let Him go,
Although I've come to realize,
There's a cost, if Him I'd know.
This Prize is Jesus, my delight,
And I love Him, with all my might.
The Rose of Sharon, Friend of friends --
Him I'll praise, while breath He lends.
"Come close, My child," He says to me.
"I will ever your Father be.
Oh come and rest beneath My wing,
Release to Me, everything."
Jesus holds me in His hands.
My needs He always understands.
He causes my heart's storms to cease,
For He is the Prince of peace.
At His feet, I would learn
More of His ways to discern.
Through my life He'll be my Guide.
He'll be always by my side.
His great love I cannot earn.
More of its depths I would discern.
He daily keeps me in His care.
To know Him is a privilege rare.
I have chosen this road to take.
To follow Him is no mistake.
His hands outstretched upon the tree
Forever prove His love to me.
- by Diane Manuel