Follow You
By Virginia Quarrier Knowles
When I serve you, Lord
I wait for a pat on my back
Until I remember
Whips came down on his back
Bloody raw
I want people to shake my hand
Until I remember
They nailed his hands
To the cross
And oh, my Jesus
What you have done for me
What have I done?
What can I do?
Unless I take up my cross
And follow you.
By Virginia Quarrier Knowles
When I serve you, Lord
I wait for a pat on my back
Until I remember
Whips came down on his back
Bloody raw
I want people to shake my hand
Until I remember
They nailed his hands
To the cross
And oh, my Jesus
What you have done for me
What have I done?
What can I do?
Unless I take up my cross
And follow you.
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