Imploring
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Take me through...Sweet Jesus
help me stand...against the plough
Take me through...Sweet Jesus
please be my help...here and now
If I'm to stand today...Sweet Jesus
Thou must give me...added strength
Take me through...Sweet Jesus
Thou my keeper...ever since
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Receiving
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When He comes...
the air...that vibrant life giving source
is stilled...we breathe Him.
Joy...to an extent thought unattainable
flows in...abundantly
He invades our isolated places
...razing despondency's darkness.
When He comes...glows
from the heaven's most dominant lights
are shamed...
even the shines from millions of dust particles
cannot shadow...the Bright and Morning Star!
His entrance saturates...
in such unpronouncable ways...that chains
...heavy with life's assaults...are shattered
...spirit, mind, body and soul are revived.
And you know...
anyone could have visited...anyone could have
offered a word or two of encouragement but...
none...could have touched...so deep
...none could have filled...so complete
No...none...could have satisfied your yearning
to the heights of splendor so pronounced
which can only be obtained...
When He comes
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Is 65:24
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