We need to be in our spirit so that we can be men on earth with God’s heart, men to whom heaven can be opened to see the vision of God concerning the destiny of the world. 

Click the link for the lyrics: https://www.hymnal.net/en/hymn/ns/837

Click the link for the video: https://youtu.be/5f8B95lRlf0

Treading The Pathways To Life (guitar cover)

I give myself to live to you,                              
I take the Spirit as my walk;
Mingle and work Your life into my whole being
What You desire is not outward, 
You just want me to come as I am,
To open wide, allowing You to touch my being

Constrain me more with Your love,
Cause me to lean on my Beloved, 
Gain the conversations that You desire;
I’ll just keep pouring out my soul
More of Your sweet dispensing do I need
To live this married, mingled life

Sometimes it seems I can’t go on,
But You’re the lover of my soul
I believe all things work for my growth in life
I drop myself to look at You,
Use everything to bring me back,
My greatest need: the Spirit in my spirit 

Lord, conform me a little more
I am the work of Your good will
By Your steady, tender and sweet hands
Praise You that I am malleable
More of the faithful Potter do I need
Until I am what I am by grace

I make my home more in You
May I come forward to simply kiss, 
Make me so helpless to love You with the best love.
Sometimes, I have no words to say,
That’s when the Spirit whispers to me,
To say, “Oh Lord, I love You, so I stop my being”

Be more to me than you were before,
Make an abode that spreads and grows
Not with mere sensation, but with living faith.
Fill us unto the fullness of Christ
More of Your strength and settling do we need,
To be Your dwelling place – in love.

Jessie + Abigail’s Song

1-Little by little,
The Lord is cutting off all our natural life;
As we grow in Him,
He replaces us with more of His life divine.

	It is our destiny,
	To live a normal life
	In the divine dispensing,
	It is a blessing,
	To be satisfied with ordinary days 
	In the divine dispensing.

2-Day by day,
Our inward parts are being renewed by the Lord;
Every day,
Fresh and rich supply to us He does afford.

3-Here a little,
And there a little, Christ reveals Himself to us;
When we read His word,
We are satisfied and we enjoy Him thus.

4-Morning by morning,
Jehovah He is faithful to awaken us;
He instructs our ears,
With just a word, the weary to sustain we must.

5-From strength to strength,
We're on the highways to enter into our God;
Though Satan opposes,
We are strengthened to lay hold of more of God.

6-Grace upon grace,
The Triune God is processed for us to enjoy;
The law is over,
Now we can partake of His supply through grace.

7-From glory to glory,
We are in the process of being transformed;
Beholding, reflecting,
To God's image with all saints we'll be
conformed.


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Días Ordinarios!!🌹🎻🎶🌺

1-Poco a poco,  
Dios elimina nuestra vida natural;  
Al crecer en Él,  
Aumenta_en_nosotros Su vida divinal.

Coro:
Es nuestro destino tener un vivir normal 
En el dispensar divino!!
Es una bendición estar satisfecho 
con días ordinarios 
en el dispensar divino!!

2-Día a día 
Cristo renueva nuestro ser interior!!
Cada dia
Nos suple con su fresco y rico suministro!!

3-Un poco aqui
Un poco allá, Cristo se revela_a_nosotros
Al leer su palabra 
Somos satisfechos y Le disfrutamos

4-Cada mañana 
Dios es fiel para venirnos a despertar,
Al instruirnos
Con la palabra a los débiles ayudar!!

5-De fuerza en fuerza,
Vamos por el camino hacia nuestro Dios,
Aun_siendo perseguidos,
Somos fortalecidos para ganar de El!!

6-De gracia en gracia 
El triuno Dios es todo para nosotros!!
La ley ha terminado,
Ahora por Su gracia El es nuestro suministro!!


7-De gloria en gloria
Estamos en el proceso de transformación 
Mirando y reflejando
Junto con los santos expresando a Dios.


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Días Ordinarios 🌺🌱🌸  Ordinary Days 🌹🎻🎶 (Traducción Provisional)

Snowman.m4a

J'ai écrit, composé et arrangé cette chanson.
Monsieur Gontrand en est l'interprète.
Le violon provient de Suno AI.

Ma tête est un roncier où ma cervelle se pique
Et ses épines font mal, la douleur est chronique
Seuls quelques rares neurones me protègent dans leur crique
Ces endroits bien cachés sont mes analgésiques
Ces endroits bien cachés sont mes analgésiques
Les épines du roncier me sont antipathiques
Mais ses fruits noirs luisants sont vraiment magnifiques

Bien sûr que ces douleurs, évidemment, me gênent
Mon roncier, néanmoins, procure de l’oxygène
Grâce à ses fruits sauvages aux saveurs d’évasion
Qui sauront rassasier mon imagination
Qui sauront rassasier mon imagination

Y’a un coin dans ma tête où l’errance est propice
Pas très loin du pays de la petite Alice
J’adore m’y balader comme dans une oasis
Où peuvent se dév’lopper mes idées créatrices
Où peuvent se dév’lopper mes idées créatrices
Les épines du roncier me sont antipathiques
Mais ses fruits noirs luisants sont vraiment magnifiques

Le blues du roncier (avec Monsieur Gontrand)

O The Joy Of Having Nothing

Church life Medley IV (Georgia Style)

Romans 8:15-16

Mark 8:22-26 (in the middle)

Memorial Day Conference 2020, Message 1

G                     C                Em                        D
We need to be in our spirit so that we can be men on the earth 
G                     C                Em                        D
We need to be in our spirit so that we can be men on the earth
C                     Em                D   D7
with God’s heart, with God’s heart, 

Men to whom heaven can be opened to see the vision of God, 
Men to whom heaven can be opened to see the vision of God
concerning the destiny of the world
C                     Em                 D 
concerning the destiny of the world

We need to be in our spirit

https://www.hymnal.net/en/hymn/h/930

1
“Must I go, and empty-handed,”
Thus my dear Redeemer meet?
Not one day of service give Him,
Lay no trophy at His feet?

“Must I go, and empty-handed?”
Must I meet my Savior so?
Not one soul with which to greet Him:
Must I empty-handed go?

2
Not at death I shrink nor falter,
For my Savior saves me now;
But to meet Him empty-handed,
Thought of that now clouds my brow.

3
O the years in sinning wasted;
Could I but recall them now,
I would give them to my Savior,
To His will I’d gladly bow.

4
O ye saints, arouse, be earnest,
Up and work while yet ’tis day;
Ere the night of death o’ertake thee,
Strive for souls while still you may.

Empty Handed? (#930)

Psa. 100:1-2 
Make a joyful noise to Jehovah, all the earth. Serve Jehovah with rejoicing; Come before His presence with joyful singing.


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