IN AN ENDLESS TRADITION OF GOD'S WORD AND THE MIRACULOUS!!!
Hard i find my books to read
His Word alone, i long to feed;
for what a love- so great a deed-
He dropped in me a mustard seed.
My eyes go dim, as i go slim
to find the Wisdom that He so deem.
The fear of God, a shining beam-
Show the Christ, Jesus is Him!
I wonder and ponder, is there a yonder?
if i just dare from Him to wander.
His love constrains, my heart grows fonder-
my One with Christ, naught can sunder.
Fascinated! Captivated! His love intoxicated!
Liberated! Saturated! His mercy-consecrated!
Sanctified! Glorified! His blood-emancipated!
All this, much more, I am perfected!
the prisoner of christ
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