There is no higher pursuit
on which to spend our days
Then falling in love with Truth
and giving Him our constant praise
Oh God of my youth!
Oh God of my old age!
You're the God I choose
for You are mighty to save!
Jesus, Emmanuel, El Shaddai!
Draw me to Your bosom
Raise me up on high
In my weakness
show Yourself strong
Inhabit my chest
and right every wrong!
Make me Your holy habitation
that I may show Your face
to a wayward generation
in every tribe and nation
For no one who meets You
will ever be the same
They'll either run from You or to
either way they'll be forever changed
I love You
in weakness it's true
but in my weakness
Your strength shines through
So this Day I will sing
My Saviour's victory song
For I am rejoicing
that He forgets my wrongs!
My shame and nakedness are covered
as I put His robe of righteousness on!
- apostle Chris
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