Sping of Living Water The Spring of living water tramples the dust, makes it nothing. That which was a cloud of doom, doomed to be no more. Heal me with water that springs into a fountain and floods the wasteland. Shower me with the tears of the storm, that revive the sould and give life. When uncertainty rises over the horizon to exact its revenge then the water rushes through, sweeps it out of view. Spring forth, and make all things new.
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This Thorne
This Thorn It is perfect This thorne in my side at first I denied to smile Through this thorn in my eyes. The wait is long now I cannot see my hope grew strong. So to God I sing a new song Now I know where I belong. Since I surrendered I can sense this great love the plans I had for me no longer convinces me Now it is His great plan that qualifies me.
Blessed Life
Blessed Life Everything worthwhile is up hill and the Son shines there the brightest. A blessed life gives life, abundantly, continually, without fail. A blessed life lets you follow a stream of comfort when you are low and makes your faith grow and grow. It lets you leave the darkness behind to follow the light. It takes you from the end and brings you to a newness you could never comprehend, unless you had seen it. Your problem meets your best life, with your blessed life, cries with joy and surrenders all. At the core is the source of all life and whatever you lose will come right back to you. That is a blessed life.
Convicted
Convicted I feel disturbed. No perturbed. And cannot get no peace. Even in this moment I seek some relief. I know I am not forsaken but somehow... but this bile rising cannot be mistaken for the bickle I had partaken. No. I feel the burden weighed down with guilt pricked in the heart I dear not fall asleep. Instead I must go forth to change this thing take out the sting so I can be forgiven.
In My Weakness
I felt the stab sharper than the sword that knows no limit the sword of the Spirit. I am weak! I cried and fell to my knees. Sufficient He is so here I will rest awhile, while He carries me. A burden too great for anybody else. I will lay here on this table here so while He puts me back together again removes the thorn tormenting me. What if I cried into laughing knowing there is power in my weakness?
Battle scars
Battle Scars Your battle scars say who you are. Have none? Then you have not learned a thing worth learning. Or perhaps, you try to hide them. Ashamed with a sense of disgrace that you were bested. Fear not, though your scars are alot they are your testimonies that you survived, they anoint your flesh reminding you of the tests that have made you your best in a world where sorrow obscures many a tomorrows. So wear them proudly, They your purple hearts.
Tear Down Those Idols
Tear Down Those Idols Whom do you love and give your time to your life to and to it give your peace? Whom do you listen to allow to lead you access you and when frightened, entreats? Whom do you trust above the ones you love and take the time to lose your time to? Whom do you shadow make promises to and whom pray tell do your very soul pursues? Pursue beauty pursue you pursue what God says is true. There is greatness poured into the grey to bring forth the colours that lies said were untrue of you.
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