Tuesday, March 10, 2015
3 years ago yesterday...
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Tuesday, March 03, 2015
As far as the East is from the West....
Last night my Princess was so excited to share with Handsome and myself after family Bible time that she was able to find the Bible verse of the day (from her Bible class) and read it for the very first time ALL BY HERSELF. She didn't need Mama to show her that rather than chapter 14 verse 8 she needed to be in chapter 12 verse 8....or whatever it is that Mama has needed to help her with this year. She was usually very close to the right place, but just off a few chapters. Well she asked if she could read her verse to us. She proudly went and retreived her Bible from her room, and in just a matter of seconds had found the verse again and began to read:
Psalm 103:12
"As far as the east is from the west, so far hath he removed our transgressions from us."
Well that verse opens up an area for conversation...how did it happen that He removed our transgressions from us? The death of Jesus on the cross takes away our sins if only we put our trust in Him our sins can be made white as snow! PRECIOUS SALVATION!
In Your sea of forgetfulness
The chains of yesterday surround me
I yearn for peace and rest
Where You found me
And it echoes in my mindKeeps me awake tonight
The east is from the west
And I stand before You now
As though I've never sinned
I'm just one mistake away
From You leaving me this way
Jesus, can You show me just how far
The east is from the west?
'Cause I can't bear to see the man I've been
Rising up in me again
In the arms of Your mercy I find rest
You know just how far
The east is from the west
From one scarred hand to the other
I start the day, the war begins
Endless reminding of my sin
And time and time again
Your truth is drowned out by the storm I'm in
Today I feel like
I'm just one mistake away
From You leaving me this way
Jesus, can You show me just how far
The east is from the west?
'Cause I can't bear to see the man I've been
Come rising up in me again
In the arms of Your mercy I find rest
'Cause You know just how far
The east is from the west
From one scarred hand to the other
I know You've washed me white
Turned my darkness into light
I need Your peace to get me through
To get me through this night
I can't live by what I feel
But by the truth Your word reveals
And I'm not holding onto You
But You're holding onto me, You're holding onto me
Jesus, You know just how far
The east is from the west
I don't have to see the man I've been
Come rising up in me again
In the arms of Your mercy I find rest
'Cause You know just how far
The east is from the west
From one scarred hand to the other
Just how far
The east is from the west
Just how far
From one scarred hand to the other
You know just how far
The east is from the west
Just how far
From one scarred hand to the other
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Monday, March 02, 2015
Music Speaks
- Anyone that knows me knows that music speaks to me in ways that many other things simply cannot. It can make me angry, nostalgic, sad, heartbroken, thankful, happy and so many other things in a matter of measures!
- When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
- When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say,
It is well, it is well with my soul.- Refrain:
It is well with my soul,
It is well, it is well with my soul.
- Refrain:
- Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ hath regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for 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! - For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live:
If Jordan above me shall roll,
No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life
Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul. - But, Lord, ’tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait,
The sky, not the grave, is our goal;
Oh, trump of the angel! Oh, voice of the Lord!
Blessed hope, blessed rest of my soul! - And Lord, haste the day when the 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.
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