Sunday 30 December 2018

The one whose heart is pure

In the dead roo of night
When my mind is dreaded underneath the dark windy skies and petals fall off this rose of mine.....

The one whose heart is pure looks beyond what mosten do...
Like a sentry, He keeps watch over me, every instant of time and shows me His love is true...

When society tells me that I need some bucks rolling to be cool, 
He reminds me of His precious word over my life that is true.....
His grace is a tempest of love, so beautiful and wild...

When trouble befalls me and overshadows my light, 
He lights up the way and whispers in my ear, 
I am with you.
The one whose heart is pure fights all my battles and resques me...

When men replace me, 
He holds my hand and reminds me of how ai am worth dying for...
The one whose heart is pure whispers and says 'I am with you and I will never leave you....

When am stuck with guilt, pain, shame, regrets and condemnation,
His word reminds me that He paid it all on the cross when He gave His life for me..
And I am free....

Despite my faults, He still calls me His own ..
His banner over me is love, steadfast and ever flowing..
He is my first, and only true love..

The one whose heart is pure will never leave me nor forsake me,
He provides all of my needs according to His riches in Glory! 
And i can do all things through Him...

My years are his and my life is absolutely meaningless without Him.
*Jesus*

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