The righteous man will flourish like the palm tree: he shall grow like a cedar in Lebanon. Planted in the house of the Lord, they will flourish in the courts of our God. They will still yield fruit in old age; they shall be full of sap and very green. Psalm 92:12-15
Wednesday, January 03, 2007
Rustle in the Breeze
Oh wind that blows this warmth on my face
Oh fire that I feel,this touch of your grace
Oh the rustle in the breeze
I see you for once
Oh the thaw in the freeze
I feel every ounce
Oh wind that blows this warmth on my face
Oh fire that I feel,this touch of your grace
Oh flame that is fanned
and love all refined
Oh kindled this flame
and so it became
Oh fire that now is enraged
and passion no longer caged
Oh breath of God, His very voice
reverberating and resounding, I am called to rejoice
Oh wind that blows this warmth on my face
Oh fire that I feel,this touch of your grace
Oh nature itself has been set into motion
and dancing and singing in apparent comotion
Oh light that was hidden in darkness these nights
has led to Your glory of wonderful new lights
Oh wind that blows this warmth on my face
Oh fire that I feel,this touch of your grace
JG
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