Sunday, 19 January 2014
By The Strange Preacher
My soul grows rich
- My soul grows rich in wonder and joy,
The majesty and mercy of the Almighty
Pour over my soul
And I am washed,
Away,
As flotsam and jetsam,
In the torrent of his glory.
His love, like his wisdom,
Knows no bounds.
He holds the universe
in his hands
as tenderly as a father
holds his first born.
He sings songs to us
And tells us stories
That we do not understand
But we know
When we cry
He hears and responds
And
in the depths of our being
we know
we are loved
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