The Song of The Lord

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The Song of the Lord

 

The song of the Lord, is gladness,

A carol of Holy joy,

He sings over all His creation,

He calls, "Come, My people, enjoy.

 

Take joy in our time spent together,

Rejoice in the love that we share,

Draw peace and a strength from the knowledge,

My Presence, is with you, right there.

 

Allow Me to be your Redeemer,

Acknowledge, out loud, I am King,

Without Me, your lives are as nothing,

But in Me, you’ll do everything.

 

Take heed how I sing of My pleasure,

Of things that I see that you do,

But listen, My Child, to My singing,

What pleases Me mostly, is you.

 

I sing out the words of My loving,

Expressions of joy and your worth,

Each one of you’s precious, My Children,

More precious than all of My earth.

 

I poured out My life-blood to save you,

My own Son, I did not hold back,

I did not deny you, Our Spirit,

That His teachings and fruit, you’d not lack.

 

My love is for you beyond measure,

And nothing can lessen its force,

Don’t just fix your eyes on its blessings,

But look beyond them, to their Source.

 

For I am the Love that you long for,

You’ll find your fulfilment in Me,

Fix not your eyes on the world’s way,

But keep your sight focussed on Me.

 

The church is My bride, and I’m waiting,

To hear her acknowledge, she’s Mine,

I wait till she truly is grafted,

So deep into My Living Vine.

 

So closely is she bedded in Me,

That no-one can tell us apart,

She’s rooted and grounded, so deeply,

She’s truly a part of My heart.

 

As one, we are flowing together,

A river of love, and of truth,

We’re sweeping the world to My Kingdom,

Renewing her vigour and youth.

 

You’ll rise up on wings, as an eagle,

You’ll soar with My Spirit, so high,

And as we entwine more together,

Your spirit will learn how to fly.

 

My love it will always enfold you,

For you are the source of My joy,

I made you, that we’d share together,

Not that I’d have slaves to employ.

 

My heart, it is longing to hold you,

For each has their own special place,

I know every secret about you,

Know each by your name, and your face.

 

To Me, you will always be precious,

My loved and adored work of art,

So listen, My Child to My singing,

This song that pours out from My heart.

 

For I am your Father in Heaven,

Your Maker, Redeemer and king,

But know it is you, My true children,

That causes your Father to sing."

 

© 22/11/2003