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Prized Possessions

A Mighty Trumpet Blast

Tears and Blood Flow

Just a Glimpse

Just a Glimpse

A glimpse into your heart oh Lord Jesus,
how can I take more than a moment's flash.

Pain that severe would be un-imaginable!
The suffering and cost seems so surreal.

As the memories begin to play back again,
the horror of the brutality fills every scream.

The breaking of emotion toward your very people.
Loving them so much you had to finish the plan.

Now you call, call them to join you,
Yet they cannot hear for the filth and sin.

Your screams mean nothing to them.
They dismiss the reality of your Truth and call it a story .

Your prophets shout and trumpet your Word,
So that none will left desolate, not even one!

Just to hear your children say in all their pride,
"That may be true for you but not for me!?"

How can you step back in agony and simply reply,
"I didn't suffer for a few, I willingly died for ALL!"

The Truth of The Most High God…. Is NOT an OPINION!

Your Playground in the Eighth Day

Your Supreme Majesty

Your Supreme Majesty

Here I am humbled by your majesty.
Covered by your Grace so freely given.

Here I am knowing I'm a sinful man.
Covered by the blood of the Lamb.

Now I've found the greatest love of all.
Forever, I am changed by that love!

Your Truth drove me to the cross,
How can a simple Thank You be enough?

Worthy are you Lamb of God, seated on the throne.
The darling of Heaven crucified for Your very betrayers.