O Lord, precious breath,
I breathe in.
My blood circulates, my body alive,
because of such precious breath
I breathe in.
O Lord, be the most
precious to me.
I want you
more than the breath,
I breathe in.
It fills my lungs
You, Lord of hosts, fill my soul
"My cup overflows"
Let me praise you with each breath
I breathe in.
The Lord, my redeemer
The Lord, bore my sins
Not in this life I'll be able to grasp such love
O Lord, You are the breath
I breathe in.
Monday, March 3, 2008
It Is Well
When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blessed assurance control,
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!
My sin, not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
Even so, it is well with my soul.
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
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