So commit yourselves wholeheartedly to these words of mine. Tie them to your hands and wear them on your forehead as reminders. Teach them to your children. Talk about them when you are at home and when you are on the road, when you are going to bed and when you are getting up. Write them on the doorposts of your house and on your gates, so that as long as the sky remains above the earth, you and your children may flourish in the land the Lord swore to give your ancestors. Dueteronomy 11:18-21
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
God who is Holy
Like lightening streaks the sky
You flash before my eyes
tho moment I can not regain
the image in my sight remains
When the darkness is closing in
You light up the sky once again
just a moment is all I need
to keep holding to what I can't see
Wholely broken, wholey free
This is Your power in me
No longer lonesome
No longer afraid,
You brought me out of the grave
And I fall at you feet
Lift my hands, trying to reach
the one.....the only.....
God who is Holy
You speak, the gound trembles
You move, the lost are redeemed
You reach, and I am humbled
by your endless love for me
Awesome power displayed for all to see
Following in faith, I will believe
Wholely broken, wholey free
This is Your power in me
No longer lonesome
No longer afraid,
You brought me out of the grave
And I fall at you feet
Lift my hands, trying to reach
the one.....the only.....
God who is Holy
Wholely broken, wholey free
This is Your power in me
No longer lonesome
No longer afraid,
You brought me out of the grave
And I fall at you feet
Lift my hands, trying to reach
the one.....the only.....
God who is Holy
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