On the surface not a ripple
Undercurrent wages war
Quiet in the sanctuary
Sin is crouching at my door
Undercurrent wages war
Quiet in the sanctuary
Sin is crouching at my door
I wake to find my soul in fragments
Given to a thousand loves
But only One will have no rival
Hangs to heal me, spills His blood
Curse-reversing Day of Jesus
When you finally seize my soul
Freedom from myself will be
The sweetest rest I've ever known
How can I be so prone to wander
So prone to leave You
So prone to die
And how can you be so full of mercy
You race to meet me and bring me back to life
Given to a thousand loves
But only One will have no rival
Hangs to heal me, spills His blood
Curse-reversing Day of Jesus
When you finally seize my soul
Freedom from myself will be
The sweetest rest I've ever known
How can I be so prone to wander
So prone to leave You
So prone to die
And how can you be so full of mercy
You race to meet me and bring me back to life
So, welcome to my online collection of random musings. Or today, some that I've borrowed from a songwriter. Now, back to that laundry that needs folding while baby naps...
6 comments:
welcome! glad to see you on the blogsphere too.
Hello!! I now I wonder if mom will join...
:) Glad to have this way to keep our family closer.
let's gang up on her and get her to join.
Hey lady, welcome to the world of blogging. You'll be suprised to find that I've been here on blogspot for a couple of months now. You also might be suprised to find another old friend from NL on here. Check out Farmwife7. I'm adding you to my links. This will be a much easier way for us to keep in touch :)
ok, zann, i've tried to figure out who farmgirl7 really is and i'm stumped. guess i should just ask her. can you believe our NL days were 10-15 years ago.
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