Saturday, July 27, 2013


The LORD longs to be gracious to you,
To pour out more blessings until you're sated.
He longs to make you better than you deserve,
Better than you dare dream.

So, why are you swimming in troubles,
Surrounded by snakes,
Beneath big burdens?

The burdens confine you.
The troubles refine you
Until you're like gold,
If only you listen.

The troubles that break you
Will help to re-make you
Until you are holy
And serve Jesus only.

1 comment:

Rik no Orkut said...