Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Pain and Glory


Rain Your mercy down
On this parched and pitted ground
Cause the rivers so to flow
Cause these tears so to slow
As I cry beneath Your wing
For Your glory now to bring

Pain - Your perfect will
Has decreed this vessel fill
Has divined these bones to break
Has so deemed these groans be spake
May they lovely rendered be
Oh my precious Lord to Thee

All my being Lord is Thine
Prune this barren tangled vine
Groom this weary heart of mine
Turn this bramble into wine

All my being Lord is Thine
Prune this barren tangled vine
Groom this weary heart of mine
Turn this bramble into wine
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