STONE TABLE
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
FALL OR STUMBLE
When i ever fall or stumble
when i might stumble or might fall
while repentance makes me humble
knowing that i’ve never given all
When i ever see my Jesus
and i’ll look upon His face
as the devil will accuse me
as i yield before His grace
When i stutter and i clutter
as i crawl toward the lamb
When His love will burn inside me
and will send a ray of light
When i whisper in the darkness
as i have stubborn go astray
when i cry for what i did
and for the words a didn’t pray
Just to hear His calling
far before my time
i can’t keep on ignoring
for he’s calling out my name
i’m not worthy, i’m not worthy
but He keeps calling all the same
Dear creation of my hands
How i love you
How i want you back again
to become a son of man
a special member of the band
How i want you to come over
How i want to hold your hand
leave the darkness to cross over
to another land
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
HOW HOLY
how holy
the wood
of which
the cross
was made
how holy
the nails
that held
my lord
how holy
that man
that hung
at the tree
how holy
His blood
he shed
for me
how holy
the thorns
that pierced
his head
how holy
His spirit
that loved
instead
how holy
the man
how holy
the land
how holy
that one
uttered command
love one another
love one another. . .
. . . . . . . . . . .
as I
have loved
you
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