Kelly2363 Posted September 26, 2021 Group: Senior Member Followers: 0 Topic Count: 18 Topics Per Day: 0.02 Content Count: 579 Content Per Day: 0.58 Reputation: 303 Days Won: 2 Joined: 08/02/2021 Status: Offline Share Posted September 26, 2021 How great thy works O Lord made full, Though men with spirits born again and heeding not, Find sudden unexpected loss, laid low with grief. So much a perfect work restrains this carnal flesh, Imprisons all, though inward shines. If not the garment torn by willing cross to bear, If all its purpose pressed conceive no blessing. The end to dust return, our wait as sons of God. In Christ, a child by faith cries, ‘Abba Father’ Awake! And fruitful make the time, a wait no more. This barren form conceived by purpose known. The summer heat, its flower scorched and lost. Treasure now present, cry out, cry hope! Let all the parts to cleave, if parts to form. Once again corruption set aside, eternal vessel. A faithful wait! The kingdom of our Lord. 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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