Dreamers..moonlight...dawn
In quietness and confidence shall be your strength and within your inner self, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit ~ of great worth in the sight of God. Isaiah 30:15b; 1 Peter 3:4
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Soul Singing
HOW GREAT THOU ART
Verse 1:O Lord my God! When I in awesome wonderConsider all the worlds Thy hands have made.I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder,Thy power throughout the universe displayed.
Refrain:Then sings my soul, my Saviour God, to Thee;How great Thou art, how great Thou art!Then sings my soul, my Saviour God, to Thee:How great Thou art, how great Thou art!
Verse 2:When through the woods and forest glades I wanderAnd hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees;When I look down from lofty mountain grandeurAnd hear the brook and feel the gentle breeze: (Repeat Refrain.)
Verse 3:And when I think that God, His Son not sparing,Sent Him to die, I scarce can take it in;That on the cross, my burden gladly bearing,He bled and died to take away my sin:(Repeat Refrain.)
Verse 4:When Christ shall come with shout of acclamationAnd take me home, what joy shall fill my heart!Then I shall bow in humble adoration,And there proclaim, my God, how great Thou art!(Repeat Refrain.)
Carl Gustav Boberg Author Swedish Poem - Stuart K. Hine (English Translator)
Voted favorite hymn second after Amazing Grace
Tuesday
hidden notes
Your notes be many;
A beauty seizing my mind.
Your echos, mysterious.
Seen through dim windows probing my soul
Graciously moving, like sacraments, unorthodox;
Lyrically - your portals - uncommon and majestic
Prepare the measure of all things.
Unfolding deftly, eloquently.
Footnotes, marked in quietude
At times drab, often bold, sometimes carefree.
Chosen. Persistently. Each time. For me.
That my sight be not unseeing,
Invisible, disillusioned;
But embarking upon a voyage of
Discovery.
Oh that the eyes of my heart would search:
From the grand, even-footed,
Uncluttered spaces,
Into the steep-sided, narrow chasms below.
There, I behold the reflection of knowing
And being known.
Once separated, now connected.
Once hidden, now revealed.
Once hidden, now revealed.
A medley: fierce yet tender, passionate, and kind.
As leaves draping from vines
Whose echo, now uncomplicated.
Anoint my song.
© Liza K Christian
© Liza K Christian
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