I guess I may go through times I'm unsure, make the wrong decisions even, but God is my boat, and even if the storms howl outside and I fall, I still fall in the boat, my salvation, my protection, and loving arms will pick me up because though I may fail at times, God never fails and because He is in the centre of my life, all things will work out for my GOOD.
Just like how when you look at the fainter stars in the sky, you can't see that many, but when you focus upon the brightest star, all the other little stars appear too. When you focus on the One thing most important, when you guard you heart with the consciousness of His love, He will guard the rest and He will bring to light the other things of importance to you as well. God is not out to make you utterly devoted to Him such that you lose sight of everything else, but when you lose consciousness of yourself, He finds you and He makes you better than you can ever be out of your own effort. :)
Who am I?
That the Lord of all the earth,
Would care to know my name,
Would care to feel my hurt.
Who am I?
That the bright and morning star,
Would choose to light the way,
For my ever wandering heart.
Who am I?
That the eyes that see my sin
Would look on me with love
And watch me rise again.
Who am I?
That the voice that calmed the sea,
Would call out through the rain,
And calm the storm in me.
Not because of who I am,
But because of what you've done.
Not because of what I've done,
But because of who you are.
I am a flower quickly fading,
Here today and gone tomorrow,
A wave tossed in the ocean,
A vapor in the wind.
Still you hear me when I'm calling,
Lord, you catch me when I'm falling,
And you've told me who I am.
I am yours.
I am yours.
I am yours.
Whom shall I fear
Whom shall I fear
I am yours..
I am yours..
Love,
Deborah. [In whom He is well-pleased]
That the eyes that see my sin
Would look on me with love
And watch me rise again.
Who am I?
That the voice that calmed the sea,
Would call out through the rain,
And calm the storm in me.
Not because of who I am,
But because of what you've done.
Not because of what I've done,
But because of who you are.
I am a flower quickly fading,
Here today and gone tomorrow,
A wave tossed in the ocean,
A vapor in the wind.
Still you hear me when I'm calling,
Lord, you catch me when I'm falling,
And you've told me who I am.
I am yours.
I am yours.
I am yours.
Whom shall I fear
Whom shall I fear
I am yours..
I am yours..
Deborah. [In whom He is well-pleased]
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