The spirit of giving is such a mighty thing, goes hand in hand with love,
without one, the other cannot stand. I often imagine my Father in heaven
looking down upon us as we live. Going about our way, falling and falling
but forgetting to kneel and ask for His aid.
No matter how many times He tells us, He is who we need, our own way is often what we want.
Then we wonder why in Him, we haven't grown. What a stubborn brood we are!
God has never needed us but He loves us just the same. What a way He's shown it in Jesus blood and in Jesus name. Even though we've come to Him, our old self still pokes through. In that sin we've turned once again, asking God to renew us. As He looks upon us dirty and weak, red is all He sees. The precious blood that Jesus lost to save a wretch like me
Thankful is not a big enough word to tell you how I feel O'LORD. I can't express the urgency in me to want to make you real to others. Because you first loved me, now I am filled with awe that burns inside. I give you LORD, all I am with a willingness to succeed. As I go bold for you to tell all It's Jesus that they need.
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