I found the sense
God made for me.
When I recognized fact
He made the tree.

The foundation of this world
Invisible to see.
The whole creation of life
Wonder how can this be?

To someone small
No larger than you and me.
Who understand that this world
Is not ending life or eternity.

For you and I my friend
Have sense enough to know
That in God we trust
And to Him we must go.

To praise Him is to love Him
To fellwoship with others each day.
I'm glad that I found Him
In the sense of this way.

For the sense of the saint
Is what God made for me.
By simply recognizing
That man from Galilee.

Definite sense
Will come to you.
If you search in God's word
You'll find what is true.

You'll never have to worry
About what you should do.
If you recognize sense
That only God gave you.

For the sense of the saint
Is what God made for me.
By simply recognizing
He hung on Calavary.

Now it might seem strange
But its quite simple to see.
For when I found sense in Him
Is when I made sense to me.

Cecelia Weir

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