With strongest hands
Shake my fragile dreams
Conquer the wander
Wrestle the rebel
Lead me to the open brook
Heal the honest ache
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with strongest hands.
Sunday, September 29th, 2002with strongest hands.
Sunday, September 29th, 2002With strongest hands
Shake my fragile dreams
Conquer the wander
Wrestle the rebel
Lead me to the open brook
Heal the honest ache
clumsy.
Friday, September 27th, 2002On the surface not a ripple
Undercurrent wages war
Quiet in the sanctuary
Sin is crouching at my door
I wake to find my soul in fragments
Given to a thousand loves
But only One will have no rival
Hangs to heal me, spills His blood
Curse-reversing Day of Jesus
When You finally seize my soul
Freedom from myself will be
The sweetest rest I’ve ever known
How can I be so prone to wander
So prone to leave You
So prone to die
And how can You be so full of mercy
You race to meet me and bring me back to life
clumsy.
Friday, September 27th, 2002On the surface not a ripple
Undercurrent wages war
Quiet in the sanctuary
Sin is crouching at my door
I wake to find my soul in fragments
Given to a thousand loves
But only One will have no rival
Hangs to heal me, spills His blood
Curse-reversing Day of Jesus
When You finally seize my soul
Freedom from myself will be
The sweetest rest I’ve ever known
How can I be so prone to wander
So prone to leave You
So prone to die
And how can You be so full of mercy
You race to meet me and bring me back to life
despite the rain.
Wednesday, September 25th, 2002Paul and Adrienne are not the only ones to have traversed through the Rodanthe. The steady gale, the hammering rain and the all too familiar surprising hunger are very near. Once I finished the book I found myself stumbling to the piano. There was an obsession I have never felt before as I caressed the keys. If you would have stood in the doorway and listened through my quiet sobbing, I doubt you would have known the song. It is written in a delicious minor and only when you are halfway through the song does the melody ring clear. Great is thy faithfulness. That truth is the only solid factor I can rest upon. He who has led me thus far will lead me on. The Rodanthe-like manner in which He is choosing to lead me makes no sense to others. I trust Him.