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Allure Of Grace I



Lord You made a way
In you every need is met
And every bill are paid
In Jesus matchless name

Lord you have done it again.
We can stand and testify,
Your goodness is great
You'll not allow us to be ashamed
Neither permit that we carry burdens
Too great for our frames

We are the eyeballs of your fiery eyes,
The mirror of your image
Your morning overflow us with kindness,
Your night fills our minds with calm
We owe everything to you
But not as debtors,
You made us sons.

Your eternal counsel inspired by love
That saved us before we sinned
You are the lamb slain
Before time begun.

Our songs do not bring you down,
Neither the inspired hymns, that ricochet
Within brick walls
You delight in us,
You came to us,
Before these songs were ever inspired
Before what’s written,
Made a meaning

The rivers of God flows crystal clear
Within our walls
With kindness, mercy
And love for all
We as the city of the Living God
Built for His glorious praise.

His Spirit sings through us
His thoughts pierce our minds
He sees the world from within us
He reaches creation through our hands.

O you Children of the Most High
Having understanding,
Allow His praise flow out
As a deluge of symphony,
Or perhaps,
As the sounds of strings
Dandled upon,
Like angelic harps

Already known by you
We are knowing you
For such is our portion
Our hope in the resurrection
This promise is carefully preserved for us.

If the people of the Old were preserved by your compassion, what a marvellous existence awaits our discovery in the reality of the New. We are your breed, brought under the gift of “Better Promises." Once, your faithfulness was new upon the mornings, no longer know we it so. For in the horrors and blackness of night it’s now ever before your saints, every second, never fading into oblivion, never renewed but always new. Daily benefits are available all round the clock. Opportunities are always opening up unto us. Shut doors giving way to new and wider ones. Your miracles are overflowing our cups, till our lives are flooded away with godly goodness and grace. Till we scream, not of works, but grace at work through faith.

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