On wings bearing mercy forever
The Spirit of God descendeth like dawn
With heart carrying blood and water
His Word testefieth.
Thus fills the air my sound of praise
swelling over the shadows, my poem of passion.
Of blood and water,
I am bathed forevermore
And whatsoever the LORD has
Written into my heart, it is writ.
Nor can the chasm of death
hinder my praise from the LORD’s ear.
My lips from declaring his Thrice-Holy name,
the wind keepeth not.
His life giving blood and waterfrom my soul, not death itself can depart.
Monday, July 20, 2009
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