There is a season and a time to every purpose under heaven. Ecclesiastes 3:1
Sunday, July 22, 2007
July 22, 2007
Isaiah 25:9 In that day they will say, "Surely this is our God; we trusted in him, and he saved us. This is the LORD, we trusted in him; let us rejoice and be glad in his salvation."
Dear Sara...The song that has been going over and over in my heart today is "The Love Of God"
The love of God is greater far Than tongue or pen can ever tell; It goes beyond the highest star, And reaches to the lowest hell; The guilty pair, bowed down with care, God gave His Son to win; His erring child He reconciled, And pardoned from his sin.
Oh love of God so rich and pure! How measureless and strong! It shall forevermore endure-- The saints' and angels' song.
When hoary time shall pass away, And earthly thrones and kingdoms fall, When men who here refuse to pray, On rocks and hills and mountains call, God's love so sure shall still endure, All measureless and strong; Redeeming grace to Adam's race-- The saints and angel's song.
Could we with ink the ocean fill, And were the skies of parchment made, Were every stalk on earth a quill, And every man a scribe by trade; To write the love of God above Would drain the ocean dry; Nor could the scroll contain the whole, Though stretched from sky to sky.
Such a good post Sara and such a good song!!...Love Terry
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Dear Sara...The song that has been going over and over in my heart today is "The Love Of God"
The love of God is greater far
Than tongue or pen can ever tell;
It goes beyond the highest star,
And reaches to the lowest hell;
The guilty pair, bowed down with care,
God gave His Son to win;
His erring child He reconciled,
And pardoned from his sin.
Oh love of God so rich and pure!
How measureless and strong!
It shall forevermore endure--
The saints' and angels' song.
When hoary time shall pass away,
And earthly thrones and kingdoms fall,
When men who here refuse to pray,
On rocks and hills and mountains call,
God's love so sure shall still endure,
All measureless and strong;
Redeeming grace to Adam's race--
The saints and angel's song.
Could we with ink the ocean fill,
And were the skies of parchment made,
Were every stalk on earth a quill,
And every man a scribe by trade;
To write the love of God above
Would drain the ocean dry;
Nor could the scroll contain the whole,
Though stretched from sky to sky.
Such a good post Sara and such a good song!!...Love Terry
That really is a great song-I haven't heard it in a long time, but the words touch me heart.
I love that picture - let us rejoice!
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