Q's for the God Who quickens us,
The One Who makes alive!
Dark days and death do threaten; yet
He's life, whate'er betide.
Darkened, the souls of men do lie
Shadowed and without light;
Our Lord with quickening doth send;
His balm restores their sight.
On vanity our eyes are cast;
But when He quickens us,
Our gaze is turned to His blessed Son:
We walk the way of trust!
When longing cries from inmost depths
And emptiness forebode,
We cry out for His quickening touch,
The righteous way He goes.
His Word supplies our inmost want;
It satiates our hearts,
Though sore affliction meets our day
And punctures with its smarts.
When thorns upon the path of life
Rise to a massive height,
Then to the quickening Lord we go,
Who shows us what is right.
He offers words of cheer to us;
Comfort our souls doth bring.
He tells us He is close at hand,
And makes our spirits sing!
Go to His quickening Word today;
Him in those pages meet;
Taste of His fullness: you will have
Life, full and complete!
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| The green hills of Wales (visited summer 2017) |
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