beauty for ashes
a garment of praise for my heaviness
beauty for ashes
take this heart of stone and make it Yours, Yours
i delight myself in the Richest of Fair
trading all that i've had for all that is better
a garment of praise for my heaviness
You are the greatest taste
You're the richest of fair
(Psalm 63, Isaiah 61)
O God, fill my soul with so entire a love of Thee that I may love nothing but for Thy sake and in subordination to Thy love. Give me grace to study Thy knowledge daily that the more I know Thee, the more I love Thee. Create in me a zealous obedience to all Thy commands, a cheerful patience under all Thy chastisements, and a thankful resignation to all Thy disposals. Let it be the one buisness of my life to glorify Thee by every word of my tongue, by every work of my hand, by professing Thy truth, and by engaging all men, so far as in me lies, to glorify and love Thee.
-John Wesley's (and my) prayer
tell me your thoughts: is it possible to lose every ounce of passion for something you once dearly loved and then to have that passion revived? or is it just called nostalgia? i feel like im stepping back into my past but with a renewed sense of excitement... i never thought id want this again. yikes...
such a beautiful song with beautiful lyrics... it brings me such a deep sense of peace. Thank you Jesus.
Oceans Will Part by Hillsong: Mighty to Save
If my heart has grown cold, there your love will unfold
as you open my eyes to the work of your hand.
When I'm blind to my way, there your spirit will pray
as you open my eyes to the work of your hand...
as you open my eyes to the work of your hand.
Oceans will part, nations come at the whisper of your call.
Hope will rise, glory shown, in my life your will be done.
Present suffering may pass, Lord your mercy will last
as you open my eyes to the work of your hand.
And my heart will find praise, I'll delight in your way
as you open my eyes to the work of your hand...
as you open my eyes to the work of your hand...
as you open my eyes to the work of your hand...
Jesus open my eyes to the work of your hand.
It's Your blood that cleanses me
It's Your blood that gives me life
It's Your blood that took my place
in redeeming sacrifice
Washes me
whiter than the snow
than the snow...
My Jesus,
God's precious sacrifice.
Thank you Jesus for your undeserving death on the cross... Because of you, I am now free from the bondages of sin. I am so unworthy yet you still love me. I can neither understand nor fathom the depths of your mercy and grace but I thank you. I love you Jesus!
Lord, you make all things new...
Ahh finals... good luck everyone!
Unfailing
In the midst of confusion
Amongst the darkness
With no apparent hope at the end of the tunnel...
You're still holding on
When clouds overshadow my path
And stars give up their twinkle
Why is it that...
You're still holding on
I lay deep in sorrow and pity
As not one provides leeway for me to breathe
It seems impossible to believe
You're still holding on
And it is only when I surrender all
(My self, my hope, my pride)
To the beautiful and sovereign lover of souls,
That I see the reason why...
You're still holding on
Locked Out
Releases resentment to point and judge
Builds pride to rebuke and encourage
Looking out from within makes anyone a sage,
Not even a horse's bit can prevent words' spillage
When you're too deep inside
A ship's steer can't pull language aside
To subconsciously slip a few colorless lies
"It's okay...as long as it helps, not harms."
We wonder about Bildad the Shuhite,
The transgressions of Zophar marked great
Eliphaz, the anger you've caused
Seems irrevocable to this day
But who is it that fathoms
The immensity of these sins
Or why the condemnation
Has passed all of our comprehension
It is he who stands alone outside
Hearing all he too once said
Now he fully understands
Why they say it's easier said than done.
Assistance
Obvious...
But blinding.
Enjoyable...
But horrible.
Thinking of releasing...
But still holding on.
Hearing...
But not listening.
Incredulous...
But not yet notorious.
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