TELL ME

(written by Kenneth Cope)

 

Voices surround me, all set to confound me

Damaging hope and fostering fear

Rules and commandments ring heavy handed

In my ears, loud and clear

 

Sins, and omissions, laws and conditions

And, while I feel the need to make these known

Who’ll speak of heaven’s every intention

To make me whole, and bring me home?

 

Tell me, tell of a God that won’t slow down

That will not rest till I am found

Tell of His heart that won’t let go

His arms that long to hold me

Tell me, tell of that Love that knows my face

And speaks my name

Tell me

 

Promises, favors, but never for failures

So how can I ever measure up?

I need a Shepherd ready for effort

Who’ll spare no cost to find the lost

 

Tell me, tell of a Lord that won’t slow down

That will not rest till I am found

Tell of His heart that won’t let go

His arms that long to hold me

Tell me, tell of that Love that knows my face

And speaks my name

Tell me

 

Tell me, tell me all about Them—tell me

I need to hear more said about Them—tell me

Won’t someone else beside me tell me?

Tell me

 

Tell me, tell of Their search that won’t slow down

That They won’t rest till I am found

Tell of Their hearts that won’t let go

Their arms that long to hold me

Tell me, tell of that love that knows my face

And speaks my name

Tell me

 

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