Wednesday, April 27, 2011

The Fragmented Worship of a Lover

Though mountains fall into the heart of the sea,
Your love O Lord remains,
You found me in the desert place,
I'll chase you in the rain.

You lead me to a safe hillside,
You feed me from the vine,
I leap after you on the mountain heights,
Your love to seek and find.
I rest fully secure in one hope, fully alive in this:
That I am a fiercely loved by the King of Kings
My eternal hope and righteousness.

Though mountains fall into the heart of the sea,
Your love O Lord remains,
You found me in the desert place,
I'll chase you in the rain.


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