Never Enough Words

There's a peace I've come to know
Though my heart and flesh may fail
You're rich in love, and You're slow to anger
Your Name is great, and Your heart is kind
I know that You are for me
I know that You will never forsake me in my weakness
All of my life in every season
You are still God
I have a reason to sing
I have a reason to worship
Your love never fails it never gives up
It never runs out on me
Lord, I'm amazed by you...
how You love me
In this place of intimacy
I surrender all
I surrender all
Blessing and honor, strength and glory and power be
to You, the only Wise King
Savior- He can move the mountains
My God is mighty to save
Sing to the King who is coming to reign
Glory to Jesus, the Lamb that was slain
All will see how great, how great is our God
Our God is greater, our God is stronger
God You are higher than any other
All of You is more than enough for all of me
I am a tree, bending beneath the weight of His wind and mercy
The God of Angel Armies is always by my side
I will rise when He calls my name
No more sorrow, no more pain
I'll stand with arms high and heart abandoned
in awe of the One who gave it all
I'm coming back to the heart of worship
and it's all about You, all about YOU, Jesus
The more I seek You,
the more I find You
At the foot of the cross
where I am made complete
You have given me life
Through the death You bore for me
You have won my heart.
Love so amazing, so divine
demands my soul, my life, my all...

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood...

Image
How many blog posts under the sun must center on Robert Frost's famous words... The Road Not Taken.   How many aspiring writers dream of penning a poem so well loved, so well remembered, so meaningful.  How many of us have claimed with pride, "YES!  That's my story!"  How many of us have slathered those words over old wounds... covered pieces of our past under that banner.  You know the one I mean... And yet, there's a part of that poem that often gets looked over.  We claim the last three lines for our own.  "Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-- I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference." But what about the pause before the thunder... "I shall be telling this with a sigh somewhere ages and ages hence..." With a sigh.  Somehow, I don't imagine he meant a sigh of satisfaction. Maybe a sigh of longing.  Of regret. I can slather that picture over so many place in my life.  Places where two choices h
Read more

To unlearn a lifetime...

Image
Sometimes I despise this body... its frailties... its imperfections... its weaknesses . Somestimes I despise this mind... my wandering thoughts... its lack of organization... the fixation on the inane... and the overlooking of the One thing that matters. Sometimes I despise this heart... this heart that tears in half so easily.  This heart that yearns so deeply... that longs to please. I. Am. Flawed. I am broken.  This world is broken.  Human love is broken. And it's hard. It's hard not to push away when it hurts.  Not to build a wall around my heart.  A fence of offense.  It's hard not to sink into the desire to be self-sufficient.  It's hard not to hear the line... "You don't need anyone.  You don't need Anyone. " It's hard to close my ears to the lie. In case you missed that... It's a lie . The Truth is I Am. I am complete . Created in His image . Not alone.  The truth is that I am covered by a Jesus who falls on H
Read more

I'd rather speak honestly...

Image
I spent a few hours today carefully               (yes.  I can be careful.)                        taking picture frames down from my best friend's walls. A favored daughter's ballet photos.                   A prized son's personality caught in a moment on film. My friend has a decorator's heart and true  talent.  I love visiting her home.  Her modest walls are covered in beautiful family photos.  But  God answers big dreams , and my friend is packing up her starter home of fifteen years and moving to a bigger home with her family. What a privilege it was to examine each picture as I took it down and carefully wrapped it... to wonder at the memories trapped behind the glass and the parts of their life that happened way before I came along.   As each picture came down, my eyes were captivated more and more- not by the pictures themselves, but by the bare wall left behind. My mind wandered out of their tiny town and to the apartment I share with
Read more