16 janvier 2008

Yes.



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Living water
Reflect in me
The glory of God
To shine unveiled
Fearless of passing
Fearless of fading.

Drink deep, My son.

09 janvier 2008

I think I want to go it alone.



Sometimes the night was beautiful
Sometimes the sky seemed so far away
Sometimes it seemed to stoop so close
You could touch it but your heart would break
Sometimes the morning came too soon
Sometimes the day could be so hot
There was so much work left to do
But so much You've already done

Oh God, You are my God
And I will ever praise You.
I will seek You in the morning
And I will learn to walk in your ways
And step by step You'll lead me
And I will follow You all of my days.

- Rich Mullins, "Sometimes by Step"

15 décembre 2007

Truths to bank a life upon



"How He Loves" by John Mark McMillan

He is jealous for me,
Loves like a hurricane, I am a tree,
Bending beneath the waves of his love and mercy.
When all of a sudden,
I am aware of these afflictions eclipsed by glory,
And I realize just how beautiful You are,
And how great Your affections are for me.

We are His portion and He is our prize,
Drawn to redemption by the grace in His eyes,
If grace is an ocean, we're all sinking.
So Heaven meets earth like a sloppy wet kiss,
And the heart turns violently inside of my chest,
I don't have time to maintain these regrets,
When I think about, the way…

He loves us,

Oh how He loves us,
How He loves us so
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My God is so good even when I'm not.
His heart is so warm when I am so cold.
His dreams are so wide when my vision is so narrow.
He stands in might, my refuge, my rock.

12 décembre 2007

Your love endures forever




Lord, you are so good.
A cleansing stream of mercy.
A refuge from my enemies.
Shalom for my heart,
Your arm is not too short to save.
I praise you above all others.

04 décembre 2007

Every beat with increasing pain



I'm holding on your rope
Got me 10 feet off the ground
And I'm hearing what you say
But I just can't make a sound.

It hit me today how badly I want to be one of them. Why do I feel like crying? (rhetorical)