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
Thursday, October 06, 2005
-9:19 pm
... continued from
hereShe found herself whispering short
Little prayers under her breath
Audible to no one except herself and
To the One above who smiled lovingly.
"God help me," she would breathe
Every time before an examination or
Exclaim "Wow God, the sky's beautiful,"
Before snapping a photograph of it.
She found herself documenting her life
Day by day, the good, bad and the ugly
In writing, songs and photography
Etching precious memories in tangible form.
She began hungering for Something
Inexplicable, an insatiable appetite
That began to consume her very being
As His heart became her only pursuit.
She carried the little leather-bound book
Wherever she went, poring over it
Hugging it tight, never letting go
For it yielded wisdom, promise, and hope.
The more she fed her spirit, the more
She grew, upwards, deeper and nearer
Drawn to the very thing she tried to avoid
Confronted by His unconditional sacrifice.
Mornings, she woke with a hope
In place of her heart's empty ache
Nights, she slept with quiet peace,
Still now, no more tossing anxiously.
Walking along the overhead bridge
She would notice the blue sky
Clear, almost like her mind now
As the wind blew away the grey mist.
Riding in the bus, amidst the noise,
She looks out the windows and sees
Lovely flowers smiling brightly
Their colours painting a soft rainbow.
Once, she looked down from her apartment
Windows flung open, thoughts churning
Helpless, hopeless, deperate, sad
Wanting to feel the floor rush up on her.
But now, it was with new eyes she saw
The night sky with twinkling stars
The benevolent moon and all its splendour
The cool wind upon her face, her tired eyes.
She wondered why she had not noticed
Any of these nuances before, softly
Thanking Him for showing her that
He cares, loves, heals and restores.
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