Sing Alound to God our strength;
Make a joyful shout to the God of Jacob.
Raise a song and strike the timbrel,
The pleasant harp with the lute.
Come, Lord, and inhabit my praises;
for You are the source of my joy...
You provide for my every need
by the grace and the mercy provided...
I will sing aloud to You, O God!
I will make a joyful noise to rise up
to the clouds and beyond.
I will purpose in my heart
to gaze on Your creation in remembrance
of all You have done,
all that You promise,
and all that You sustain...
Come, Lord, and inhabit my praises;
for You are the source of my joy...
You stir the longing within me for Your presence,
quicken my spirit to hear Your voice,
and bring me to the pleasant places because of
Your lovingkindnesses...
Let my thankful heart invite You
to come transform me;
for Your hand alone will bring me to
the fruition of the promise.
4 comments:
"You stir the longing within me for Your presence,
quicken my spirit to hear Your voice,
and bring me to the pleasant places because of
Your lovingkindnesses..." this line, as well as this whole piece is lovely. What joy the Lord gives!
I was hoping that you'd enjoy this one! Thanks for the comment, dear:).
Cup o'joy
and a fresh taste of the bread of heaven...
Lynne
a joyful piece. fit for sunday. or any day. thanks for the reminder of how it can be if we let it.
You're welcome, Janet. I'm just passing along what the Lord gives to me.
Cup o'joy
and a fresh taste of the bread of heaven...
Lynne
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