| when light turns to darkness
when flesh turns to stone
scattered by the four winds
yet fighting to come home
to who You are..
for who You are
to who You are
for who You are..
You will not shout or cry out
or raise your voice in the streets
You will not break a bruised reed
a dying flame you will not blow out
you will not blow out..
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"Martha, Martha," the Lord answered, "you are worried and upset about many things,
but few things are needed—or indeed only one. Mary has chosen what is better,
and it will not be taken away from her."
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| sometimes, when i catch a glimpse of God's heart
it's so warm and gentle, so full of compassion
and it surprises me, because..
i'm so used to having this harsh, Holy image of God..
i get so afraid, like a child who knows she's done wrong..
but then..
i feel His deep yearning for me, this Father who tenderly holds his child..
who knows how how frail we are..
like dust, our days on earth like grass..
like flowers who bloom, but then the wind blows leaving nothing to show..
how tender His care for his children
merciful and kind, so slow to anger
abounding in love.
he doesn't condemn me..
but he wants to redeem me..
it's like, all He wants is for me to know Him..
for i am deeply known by Him..
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| brothers and sisters!
fellow believers!
living stones!
being built into a spiritual house
in which God lives by His Spirit!
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| WE ARE NO LONGER SLAVES TO SIN
I DON'T HAVE TO LIVE FOR MYSELF ANYMORE! |
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