Peace is in the proving of the stripes our hearts
have borne                  
Rest is in the leaving, of the things we have forsworn                                                   
Mercy keeps me daily, by grace alone pull through
Thank you Lord for keeping me, for letting me love
 you.

Thank You (For Letting Me Love You)

Jeremiah 10

Who would not fear thee, O King of all nations (vs7)

For to thee, it doth appertain

Who would not fear thee, in the midst of a land

Where the custom of people is vain? (vs3)

Thus saith the Lord, Harken!, Learn not the way (vs2)

Of the heathen, and be not dismayed

At the signs of the Heaven, as the Heathen around

Learn it not, that thou be not afraid.

For as much as there is, there is none like unto thee (vs6)

O Lord, Thou art great, in thy might!

Men are but brutish and fools decked with cunning false jewels (vs9)

In the hands of the founder a blight.

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Who would not fear thee, O King of all nations (vs7)

For to thee, it doth appertain

Who would not fear thee, in the midst of a land

Where the customs of people is vain? (vs3)

Thus saith the Lord, I will sling out the men (vs18)

Behold, the noise of the bruit it is come (vs22)

From the dragon’s own den, to accuse thee again (v22)

Hear the word of the Lord, everyone (vs1)

For the way of a man, it is not in himself (vs23)

To direct where he walketh, his steps.

O’ Lord with judgement correct, and In kindness, 

Lest in anger I’m crush by my debts.

 

 

Who would not fear thee, O King of all nations (vs7)

For to thee, it doth appertain.

Who Would Not Fear Thee? (Jeremiah 10)

Have you yet, received the Spirit?
Have you felt it’s drawing power?
Have you offered self and granted
It connection from afar?
Have you known it’s reassurance 
Or the rapture of it’s touch?
Have you felt it come uplifting
When the burden is too much?

The Spirit softly brings from Heaven
The daily blessings God bestows
﻿And brings on wings to God each effort
To bring glory to this God we know.

Have you yet, perceived to hear it?
Have you settled, quiet, still?
Have you come to be acquainted 
With it’s direction to His will?
Have you been shown it’s sweet procurance 
The getting of, by giving all, and
Have you felt it whisper warnings
Of Thy pride before a fall?

The Spirit softly brings from Heaven
The daily blessings God bestows
﻿And brings on wings to God each effort
To bring glory to this God we know.

Have You Yet Received?

Discount Not, The Call Of Our Day

Don’t give it up, what’re the struggle
Don't give it in, to Satan’s clutch
Don’t let it go, loose not forever
To let go now, would loose so much 
Loosed are the many mansions waiting
Loosed are thy bottled tears distilled
Loosed are Thy years of testimony
Don’t give it up, hold tighter still

Don’t give him time, your doubts to waken
Don’t give it in, you’ll rue the day
Don’t get to know, his paths of darkness
To know them is to walk astray
Astray from He who never wavers
Astray from  those within the fold
Astray from Him, for all his jewels
Gold give him time, to grift your gold

Don’t give to self, the breaking hours
Don’t give it in, for moments sleep
Don’t set to go, before acquainting
To know his will, his help to seek
Seek the grace to forward journey 
Seek the wisdom to discern
Seek the knowledge, to distinguish 
The blessings in the lessons learned

Don’t Let It Go

Do we mourn for the deeds done in Zion?

Do we cry for iniquity there?

Do we stand with the marked on our foreheads?

Do we sigh for Her state of affairs?

Do we enter the Temple with weapons?

Do we fear what is there, unaware?

Do we hear when God says?, “Have no pity”

Do we value His mark that will spare?

 

Begin at the ancient of standing

Begin at the hole in the wall, 

It begins in the darkness of their chambers,

Begins with the images you saw.

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Do our idols fill walls of our temple?

Do our chambers of imagery call?

Do our backs turn away from his altar?

Do we remember to worship at all?

Do we not hear the sound of wings coming?

Do we not hear God’s voice when he speaks?

Do we not see white in linen approaching?

Do we not feel his hand ‘neath our wings?

 

Begin at the coals of the altar,

Begin cast a handful to air, 

Begin with God’s glory and His brightness

It begins with his glory, it is there.

 

Do we not see the whole now united?

Do we not see the body, hands, wings?

Do we not see the faces anointed?

This the creature, of all living things.

Do our idols fill walls of our temple?

Do our chambers of imagery call?

Do our backs turn away from his altar?

Do we remember to worship at all?

 

Ezekiel 8:8 (KJV) Then said he unto me, Son of man, dig now in the wall: and when I had digged in the wall, behold a door.

Let Not The Bitterness

Hymns For His