We meet to part and part to meet The parting’s mostly bittersweet When one is absent from our space It leaves a hole one can’t replace When loved ones are called away To new horizons and can’t stay In the familiar anymore to remain We still miss them dearly clear and plain But there can be no regrets And we will nevermore forget The blessed tie that binds us still While they seek their calling to fulfill. Whether absent from the body Or absent from this place The tie that binds us transcends time and space. The ties that bond us are the stuff of grace. I want to go there, where we shall never part A place where new beginnings find their start Where memories and sweet endings dwell Together they say “All is well!” I want to go there to those places in the heart… We meet to part and part to meet The parting’s mostly bittersweet We miss what never mattered much When one is absent from our touch But there can be no regrets And we will nevermore forget The blessed tie that ...
Gross-out alert! The most high God does not require ritual, just a humble spirit and contrite heart, which he will not cast out. It's simple enough- cry out to Him in repentence, believe the good news that man can be reconciled to God though faith in the death, burial, and resurrection of Christ, and receive His salvation...
Sweep out all the leaven That defiles this holy place Break me on the stone of heaven Make me a temple of grace. Redeem all the rocks I have thrown Rebuild my life stone upon stone One on another an altar is raised These stones of remembrance Will declare your praise. Raise up the Ebenezer now A mighty memorial erect In its shadows memories and vows Both come to mind as they intersect I need your wisdom to form my walls I need your tower strong and tall To form the ramparts of my defense You will build unshakeable confidence So fall on me oh Stone of Heaven Righteous Rock crush my deceit Forgive me seventy times seven Make me a footstool for your feet Sweep out all the leaven That defiles this holy place Break me on the Stone of Heaven Make me a temple of Grace. Anthony Foster October 13, 2010
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