Saturday, August 27, 2011

The Prophet Isreal

The prophet Israel is Christ who's come,
In me, in you. His light decries all Night.
The everpresent Glory of God's son,
Has conquered sin, its torment and cruel strife.
No tears of sadness, sorrow do we shed,
Just tears repentant, joyful, great of Grace,
So grateful thanks we feel for He has led
Us to His realm where we've become His face.
His hand is ours, His eyes are eyes of ours.
His breath so sacred breathes throughout our soul.
We stretch our cells, our yearning for His power
Each molecule of Life to be Christ whole.
Oh Father this our prayer Your Will's the way,
These temples, vessels, worship Christ the Day!

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