When words break the quiet stillness sound..
Revered silence breaks with whispered words profound..
I lift my thoughts and praise to thee..
My spirit groans in sympathy..
I lay before the Throne of Grace..
My burdened soul lay prone before this Holy place...
I have touched and stirred the
waters deep..
I will stand and walk at Christ's command ..
My soul , my spirit ,they
are complete..
My burdens shed as I speak to Him..
With praise I honor all I have within.
He takes each thought and prayer from me..
His answers I rest assuredly..
All pain and doubt secured with Him..
As I lift in praise where once was grim..
No looking back where darkness is..
I bask in Light, His presence gives...
No longer do I sit at Bethesda pool..
To wait and linger like a superstious fool ..
I bring my prayers to the Most Holy Place ...
Because He tore the Vail to the Throne Grace..
John 5: 5-9
Hebrews 10: 19-24
Patsy McNutt Morgan
11/20/11
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