It is then like a river of honey,
Like a fresh flurry of wind to a warm face,
That the words fill me- words of conviction and courage
Words of hope and happiness
Words of woe and weariness
But words of upliftment and unique joy,
Words like no other.
These are the words of sweet grace-
Of sure security!
Awefilling in a believer's ears.
Words of love, pure love, yet on my part have not been earned.
A God of humility and just reign, yet also a God of unconditional love,
Poured out for those of darkened hearts.
Who can deny? Who may turn away?
Here we stand, here he stands- a God that knows no limits in his wonder
This is our God,
This-
This is my God.
[words perhaps forgotten] p.t
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