| Thursday, October 18, 2007 |
| Hymn |
Oh refuge of my hardened heart
Oh fast pursuing lover, come
As angels dance around Your throne
My life -by captured fare -You own
Not silhouette of trodden faith
Nor death shall not my steps be guide
I'll pirouette upon my grave
For in Your path I'll run and hide
Oh gaze of love, so melt my pride
That I may in Your house but kneel
And in my brokenness to cry
Spring worship unto Thee
When beauty breaks the spell of pain
The bludgeoned heart shall burst in vain
But not when love be pointed king
And truth shall Thee forever reign
Sweet Jesus, carry me away
From cold of night, and dust of day
In ragged hour or salt worn eye
Be my desire, my well sprung lye
Oh gaze of love, so melt my pride
That I may in Your house but kneel
And in my brokenness to cry
Spring worship unto Thee
-Hymn, Jars of ClayLabels: lyrical gangsta |
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