Of these I am sure:
That the Lord is my shepherd;
That His Spirit keeps my heart pure;
That by His Grace, my cries are always heard.
In the presence of the Lord is fullness of joy;
Indeed, in His house we find gladness and liberty;
We gather before the throne of the Almighty;
And bow in worship, not in shame to our Liberator;
With purpose, and the aim to glorify the Creator.
In solemn silence, I wait and listen to hear You speak;
With intellectual sobriety, I consider Your words as they bring me wisdom;
In solemn silence, and eager patience, I wait for the manifestation of Your miracles;
In solemn silence, where Your spirit empowers, I bear to overcome;
In solemn silence, Your intentions are made known – loud and clear;
The lines have been drawn,
And suddenly, sides must be taken.
In realms seen and unseen battles are undertaken.
In places dark and murky a light has shown.
Resolutions must be made in the plains of inconsistencies.
It is the little things and the big things;
It is the sleepless nights and dreary days;
That shave and chafe the will;
Even as He mends and heals my ills.
My Pride is He who hears me when I cry in distress;
Reaches out His hand to pull me from this sea of misery;
Cleanses me of iniquity with His blood;
Calls me His own and makes me His heir.
Mercy calls, Mercy calls, Mercy calls;
Who shall respond?
Grace abounds, Grace abounds, Grace abounds;
Who shall partake?