Someone borrowed the car and brought it home empty. How do I connect to the love of God with the emotion of anger coursing through my veins? Today is a very human kind of day where no one filled the dishwasher or offered to help with the groceries. I am supposed to be writing about the love of God in Christ alone. Till he returns or calls me home, here in the power of Christ I'll stand.
No power of hell no scheme of man, can ever pluck me from His hand No guilt in life no fear in death, this is the power of Christ in meįrom life's first cry to final breath, Jesus commands my des tiny Then bursting forth in glorious day, up from the grave He rose againĪnd as He stands in victory, sins curse has lost its grip on meįor I am His and He is mine, bought with the precious blood of Christ There in the ground His body lay, light of the world by darkness slain Till on that cross as Jesus died, the wrath of God was satisfiedįor every sin on Him was laid, here in the death of Christ I live This gift of love and righteousness, scorned by the ones He came to save In Christ alone who took on flesh, fullness of God in helpless babe My Comforter my All in all, here in the love of Christ I stand What heights of love what depths of peace, when fears are stilled when strivings cease This cornerstone this solid ground, firm through the fiercest drought and storm In Christ alone my hope is found, He is my light my strength my song
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