Without Words

Without Words

At dawn, I’ll lament the mystery of my faith;
It’s all for your glory and my good.
Standing in His wind, surrounded by an all-consuming fire,
Surrender in the presence of abiding fellowship.
Healing is here; your healing word is here.
On the holy ground, knees to the earth:
While heaven embraces, with a divine encounter.
I take refuge in your amazing grace. It is enough.
Here healing flows: soul healer, above all, the breath of
God’s finished work, a new creation, shines your light
Throughout the world, for all to see, your love is living in me.
I believe you are leading me to the cross. My life is in your hands.
hands, this, I believe, you raise me, here in this atmosphere
of worship, the king has wrapped me in the abiding place, and my prayer of a psalmist leads me to a place of rest.
Fall afresh, you are worthy of my praise.