lifesong
Everyone needs compassion
Love that's never failing
Let mercy fall on me
Everyone needs forgiveness
The kindness of a Saviour
The hope of nations
Saviour, He can move the mountains
My God is mighty to save
He is mighty to save
Forever author of salvation
He rose and conquered the grave
Jesus conquered the grave
So take me as you find me
All my fears and failures
Fill my life again
I give my life to follow
Everything I believe in
Now I surrender
Shine your light in
Let the whole world see
We're singing, for the glory
Of the risen King
Jesus, Shine your light in
Let the whole world see
We're singing for the glory
Of the risen king
Tuesday, August 02, 2005
-9:57 am
I'm at a loss on what to do.
To know that your friend hurts, silent tears welling up inside, threatening to drown her fragile heart, already broken countless time before. Yet, she remains somewhat numb, immune to the concern of the people around her, not revealing what was behind that internet smokescreen of the impersonal chat window, the never-ending struggles she faces. She feels uncomfortable, out of sorts, out of place but she doesn't know why.
She has never let the wounds heal completely. Before the scabs could form, they were torn apart again, inflicting excruciating pain. Now she is afraid, afraid to trust, afraid to love. A brave facade she would put on, yet I know that deep down inside, there was something that is ready to give, like a rickety scaffold about to collapse under the collective weight of a ton of bricks, figurative baggage she doesn't need to carry on her own. Nights, she would try to untangle the emotional mess inside her, but only to end up more confused and in turmoil than ever before.
She hears but does not listen, she sees but does not understand.
Perhaps this might describe it better: read [
a vision]
Won't you let Him hold your hand?
If We are the Bodyby Casting Crowns
It's crowded in worship today
As she slips in
trying to fade into the faces
the girls' teasing laughter is carrying farther than they know
farther than they know, Lord
Chorus:
But if we are the body
why arent His arms reaching
why arent His hands healing
why arent His words teaching
and if we are the body
why arent His feet going
why is His love not showing them there is a way
there is a way
A traveler is far away from home
he sheds his coat
and quietly sinks into the back row
the weight of their judgemental glances tell him that his chances
are better out on the road
CHORUS
But if we are the body
why arent His arms reaching
why arent His hands healing
why arent His words teaching
and if we are the body
why arent His feet going
why is His love not showing them there is a way
Jesus paid much too high a price
for us to pick and choose who should come
and we are the body of Christ
Chorus (2x)
But if we are the body
why arent His arms reaching
why arent His hands healing
why arent His words teaching
and if we are the body
why arent His feet going
why is His love not showing them there is a way
Jesus is the way
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