by MercyMe
I'm finding myself at a loss for words
And the funny thing is it's okay
The last thing I need is to be heard
But to hear what You would say
[CHORUS]
Word of God speak
Would You pour down like rain
Washing my eyes to see
Your majesty
To be still and know
That You're in this place
Please let me stay and rest
In Your holiness
Word of God speak
I'm finding myself in the midst of You
Beyond the music, beyond the noise
All that I need is to be with You
And in the quiet hear Your voice
[REPEAT CHORUS 2x]
I'm finding myself at a loss for words
And the funny thing is it's okay
Friday, September 28, 2007
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Elijah Prose
Horeb bound, I want to flee
I want to leave everything and run
run from everything and nothing
run towards anywhere but here
I want to take solace under a broom tree
give up, let go, sleep.
Feed me with food prepared by angels,
let me drink from their hands
whisper to me Your sweet words
that the fight is not over.
(see I Kings Chapter 19)
I want to leave everything and run
run from everything and nothing
run towards anywhere but here
I want to take solace under a broom tree
give up, let go, sleep.
Feed me with food prepared by angels,
let me drink from their hands
whisper to me Your sweet words
that the fight is not over.
(see I Kings Chapter 19)
Friday, September 14, 2007
Tomorrow
Tomorrow's a new day
ain't that a comfort?
Tomorrow God's mercy will be fresh again.
Tomorrow I will move in to a new house. To a new neighborhood. After almost 8 years in Diliman.
Tomorrow I will not go home to Pampanga as I usually do when my parents were there.
Tomorrow I shall face another challenge--
Get up. Face the day head on. Live the vision. Make a difference. Give glory to my Maker.
Tomorrow I will ask a fresh outpouring of His grace and Spirit, for that is the only way I could face all the morrows thereafter.
This is not to say I don't tremble nor fear nor think of retreating.
But tomorrow, God said He'd be there.
ain't that a comfort?
Tomorrow God's mercy will be fresh again.
Tomorrow I will move in to a new house. To a new neighborhood. After almost 8 years in Diliman.
Tomorrow I will not go home to Pampanga as I usually do when my parents were there.
Tomorrow I shall face another challenge--
Get up. Face the day head on. Live the vision. Make a difference. Give glory to my Maker.
Tomorrow I will ask a fresh outpouring of His grace and Spirit, for that is the only way I could face all the morrows thereafter.
This is not to say I don't tremble nor fear nor think of retreating.
But tomorrow, God said He'd be there.
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