| What Precious Gift |
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When God chose, of His beloved Son, To be lifted there on high, What was the gift He gave As He suffered there to die? Did He open up the door To let the light within my soul? Did He take away the darkness So I could be made whole? Did He replace all of my emptiness And fill me with His love? Did He bless my heart with His peace By coming from above? Does my life now have a purpose To wake upon each day? Shall I rest on every promise As He shows me of His way? Will He bubble up within me Like a living flowing spring, To bring me joy and laughter And every good between? Is the power in the blood of Jesus Moving me on to be, Not what I was just yesterday, His death to set me free? Oh, lift me, precious Jesus, Into Your sufficiency. For, You gave Your life to fill me With Yourself, eternally. I have been crucified with Christ, never-the-less I live, yet not I, but Christ lives in me, for the life I now live in the flesh, I live by the faith of the Son of God, who loved me and gave Himself for me Galatians 2:20 To be grateful is to recognize the Love of God in everything He has given us ... and He has given us everything. Every breath we draw is a gift of His love, every moment of existence is a gift of grace, for it brings with it immense graces from Him. Thomas Merton |
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