Jesus speaks a Word/and the storms in my heart/drops it's furious waves/and becomes a glass calm sea
Jesus stirs/from the depths of my heart/speaks PEACE to the storm/and asks, Why were you fearful?
Jesus, I pull your Word deep into my heart where the black crows of Satan can't snatch it away.
Spirit, dig deep with the spade of Truth, breaking the hard bitter clods of my heart until my heart is broken and thankful.
I yank little sprouts of interest from my heart lest they grow and crowd out my passion for You, Jesus.
Train a child like the Master Gardner, gently but persistently pushing in the direction where the fruit of their labors will be reachable by those who need refreshing.
Other Observations
Life with Mike and Mary: Mike- Have you got a pen? Mary- I gotta pen Together- I gotta pen, you gotta pen, honey, honey, I gotta pen, you gotta pen, babe, babe. Honestly. I don't make this stuff up. Really.
Father, send me helpers as I seek to glorify Your Name world wide.
Jesus stirs/from the depths of my heart/speaks PEACE to the storm/and asks, Why were you fearful?
Jesus, I pull your Word deep into my heart where the black crows of Satan can't snatch it away.
Spirit, dig deep with the spade of Truth, breaking the hard bitter clods of my heart until my heart is broken and thankful.
I yank little sprouts of interest from my heart lest they grow and crowd out my passion for You, Jesus.
Train a child like the Master Gardner, gently but persistently pushing in the direction where the fruit of their labors will be reachable by those who need refreshing.
Other Observations
Life with Mike and Mary: Mike- Have you got a pen? Mary- I gotta pen Together- I gotta pen, you gotta pen, honey, honey, I gotta pen, you gotta pen, babe, babe. Honestly. I don't make this stuff up. Really.
Father, send me helpers as I seek to glorify Your Name world wide.
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