How big Oh Lord are your arms
How deep oh Lord is your love
How wide oh Lord is your reach
How high oh Lord is your house
How slow oh Lord is your anger
How fast oh Lord is your forgiveness
How prompt oh Lord is your mercy
How awesome oh Lord is your grace
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At the foot of that old rugged cross I lay my burdens.
On the hawk’s wing I stich my soul.
In the depths of earth I bury my sorrows.
Lord you are my deliverance.
Along the never ending path I find new life.
On the distant bird’s melody I place my spirit.
You oh Lord are my hope.
By water’s edge I am blessed.
On mountain high I soar.
You oh Lord are my truth, mercy and joy.
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My words are not always pretty or lyrical. Maybe they mean
nothing to another but they lose my bondage from deep within, freeing my
spirit, lightening my heart and strengthening my existence. They flow out of
years of pain and stress but also from undeserved grace and answered prayers.
You oh Lord, are forever with me through good and bad, through lost and found,
and through doubt and faith. Thank you oh Lord for your never-ending grace
glory and power. Amen.
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The clouds hang heavy heaven’s tears.
The air stills with a force of anticipation.
A soul rests on its own footing.
God must be present to release all power.
Grass withers from drought like condition.
Flowers cease to bloom from lack of moisture.
There is no creek flow.
God must be the force to saturate a dry spirit.
Hope returns with refreshing showers.
Peace is found in a soothing breeze.
Life returns to heal both land and heart.
Gratitude is given and God swells with love to have reached
deep within a life sore with grief and pain,
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God alone can touch a soul so deeply and
strongly to cause regrowth.
He always has the divine power to intervene and
unbind a confined spirit.
His hands have the loving touch to gently nudge
a heart into submission and I must surrender in order to
mend.
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Every day is a battle of light and dark. When I want to
burrow under and escape the chance of further damage, God pulls me out of the
darkness with his light of grace. Again I am whole but how many times will he
do this for me? It’s already been too many times to count and yet he is always
ready for the next battle. Why do I not surrender all and allow his light to
pierce my every darkened corner in my soul? When will I allow his love, his
grace, his mercy, and his joy to replace everything missing in my life?
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