Oh creator I marvel at the elegance of your designs
In you the light of truth always shines
Diamond on grass or from our eyes
our hope in you a sunrise
to dry the diamond from our eyes.
The worm transforms in a chrysalis
You would enrobe us with your bliss.
You make a Saint out of a fallen soul
and diamonds from a lump of coal.
You take the broken and make them whole.
You welcomed us even when we were as a stranger
You gave us new birth from out of your manger.
And 40 days in the desert you did fast
So hungry souls may feast on love at last.
You are both our helm and mast.
You came up from the waters His Son
To join us to the ever lasting one.
That we may become little in you
as children of what is true
And in that magnify you.
You taught us that the heavens of heaven
is raised up as with loving leaven
777 the number of Him brethren
Love raised Jesus from the dead
Now he is our manna...Bread.
From the womb and to the tomb
His ressurection we assume.
And out of this a flower will bloom.
Even out of a desert and very dry
Young flowers grow under His eye.
And gold is chaff at His feet
He is both great and meak
Always seeking the weak.
The Shepherd of His little lambs
His love Flows as if water from broken dams.
Many things shall pass my freinds
but not the love that never ends
Or love which brokeness mends.
The Christ that payed the price
Unites us...oh great device.
Heartfelt work grows purely
And Him who has saved us surely
Simple joys are Holy.
Day be day build your secret surely
Stone by stone for His glory.
Take your time and go slowly
for him that is all Holy
Beyond time as eternity.
We are one in Him Our endless hymn
United by love that never grows slim.
My confidence in the Lord is true
So I share this with you
with all that He wants to do
My love in Him reaches out
with that which keeps us afloat.
Divine love will never end my friends
than the love He always sends
that very love that mends.
Prophecies will cease in thir own time
On our heavenly climb to the sublime.
We are unto Him a treasure in His measure
Mystical union is both of our pleasures.
His love is not a simple gesture.
We are so precious that he would dress us
with His own robes just to bless us.
In you the light of truth always shines
Diamond on grass or from our eyes
our hope in you a sunrise
to dry the diamond from our eyes.
The worm transforms in a chrysalis
You would enrobe us with your bliss.
You make a Saint out of a fallen soul
and diamonds from a lump of coal.
You take the broken and make them whole.
You welcomed us even when we were as a stranger
You gave us new birth from out of your manger.
And 40 days in the desert you did fast
So hungry souls may feast on love at last.
You are both our helm and mast.
You came up from the waters His Son
To join us to the ever lasting one.
That we may become little in you
as children of what is true
And in that magnify you.
You taught us that the heavens of heaven
is raised up as with loving leaven
777 the number of Him brethren
Love raised Jesus from the dead
Now he is our manna...Bread.
From the womb and to the tomb
His ressurection we assume.
And out of this a flower will bloom.
Even out of a desert and very dry
Young flowers grow under His eye.
And gold is chaff at His feet
He is both great and meak
Always seeking the weak.
The Shepherd of His little lambs
His love Flows as if water from broken dams.
Many things shall pass my freinds
but not the love that never ends
Or love which brokeness mends.
The Christ that payed the price
Unites us...oh great device.
Heartfelt work grows purely
And Him who has saved us surely
Simple joys are Holy.
Day be day build your secret surely
Stone by stone for His glory.
Take your time and go slowly
for him that is all Holy
Beyond time as eternity.
We are one in Him Our endless hymn
United by love that never grows slim.
My confidence in the Lord is true
So I share this with you
with all that He wants to do
My love in Him reaches out
with that which keeps us afloat.
Divine love will never end my friends
than the love He always sends
that very love that mends.
Prophecies will cease in thir own time
On our heavenly climb to the sublime.
We are unto Him a treasure in His measure
Mystical union is both of our pleasures.
His love is not a simple gesture.
We are so precious that he would dress us
with His own robes just to bless us.