...and no hot coffee
...and here we are at thursday. has it been a long night since sunday morning? for the wanderers without sweet company today. credited to the increasing faith and talent of Mr. Keith Getty.
Father, today restore to us the joy of our salvation and uphold us with a willing heart. We sacrifice our broken spirits to you and ask that you restore us, in Your Son's name...
Jesus Draw Me Ever Nearer
Lyrics
Jesus draw me ever nearer
As I labour through the storm
You have called me to this passing
and I'll follow though I'm worn
May this journey bring a blessing
May I rise on wings of faith
And at the end of my hearts testing
With Your likeness let me wake
Jesus guide me through the tempest
Keep my spirit staid and sure
When the midnight meets the morning
Let me love You even more
Let the treasures of the trial
Form within me as I go
And at the end of this long passage
Let me leave them at Your throne
Words: Margaret Becker
Music: Keith Getty
Words copyright © Modern M Music – SESAC
Father, today restore to us the joy of our salvation and uphold us with a willing heart. We sacrifice our broken spirits to you and ask that you restore us, in Your Son's name...
Jesus Draw Me Ever Nearer
Lyrics
Jesus draw me ever nearer
As I labour through the storm
You have called me to this passing
and I'll follow though I'm worn
May this journey bring a blessing
May I rise on wings of faith
And at the end of my hearts testing
With Your likeness let me wake
Jesus guide me through the tempest
Keep my spirit staid and sure
When the midnight meets the morning
Let me love You even more
Let the treasures of the trial
Form within me as I go
And at the end of this long passage
Let me leave them at Your throne
Words: Margaret Becker
Music: Keith Getty
Words copyright © Modern M Music – SESAC
posted by Napoleon at 12:50 PM
2 Comments:
that's a nice song, and prettily sung, if i am thinking it's the same one on a cd i have. what up, ms. thrope?
Fab Holly Hox, as the pathetic ruffians in Les Miz keep saying, 'one more day...
The mood lends itself to the lyrics below, alwys poignant, always a little too personal.
The weekend begins on a blue note.. I don't know why..
Lyrics by: Arnold B. Horwitt
Music by: Albert Hague
From the Show: Plain And Fancy (1954)
Young and foolish, why is it wrong to be young and foolish?
We haven't longed to be, soon enough the carefree days, the sunlit days go by.
Soon enough the bluebird has to fly.
We were foolish, one day we fell in love,
Now we wonder what we were dreaming of?
Smiling in the sunlight, laughing in the rain,
I wish that we were young and foolish again.
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