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THE KING'S FOSTER HOME In humble beginnings He fostered an unlikely king; To be laid low, then raised up a perpetual offering. For what the precedence of law was powerless to do, Grace accomplished with a flawless flood of blood for you. It began to flow in the sweat and tears of Gethnemane, And it spilled out on a hill "christened" Calvary. Then it filled a mighty sea called mankind. Yes, it's possible to grasp. It's not hard to find. Just open up your heart. Let the Spirit rush in. Let it pour. Let it start. His annointing begin, And continue to deluge your whole life through. Spirit summons, "Receive the balm afresh, anew." God speaks, "These are the plans, I have for you." |
Additional Notes:
Dear saint, fear not
life nor death.
The Master's got
your last breath.
Spirit survives
to go on.....
Past twilight lies
heaven's dawn.
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