How Could I?


	How Could I? How could I not bow on bended knee, When my Lord shed His precious blood for me? How can I doubt with the Lord in Heaven I’ll share, When on the third day the borrowed tomb was bare? How could I doubt the existence of the Lord, When He opens the Heavens and upon me blessings are poured? How could the Lord love someone as sinful as me, And send His one and only Son to set me free? JRS © 4-3-02 The "Okie" Poet All poems copyrighted ã1997-... Spring Creations The "Okie" Poet All Rights Reserved