Exodus 17:6 I will stand there before you by the rock at Horeb. Strike the rock, and water will come out of it for the people to drink.” (NIV) I see You thereIn the company of complainers,Amidst the murmuringHearing whining instead of worship. You see the peopleThirsty but not thankfulIn self-pity but not prayingImperfect and …
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My Pen
My tongue is the penOf a ready writerMy pen is the instrumentof a speaking God He gently whispersOf grace and forgivenessOf mercy unendingAnd perfect love He sings with rejoicingOf victory and triumphOf the wonders of heavenAnd glory above He thunders unceasingOf honor and majestyOf power unyieldingAnd holiness divine So I pick up my penMy heart …