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Of This Gift Of Lonely
Of this gift of lonely, I have not recognized its Peace
And, though these rocks stone me
It is of Grace that I do not bleed
It is of Forgiveness by which You love me
High is the mountain, standing firmly above me
Thirsting in the lowland of milk and honey
The meadows bloom in Heaven’s revelry
The most comforting and free flowing of Mercy
Oh Lord, so much I don’t deserve
For though my heart was divorced from Yours
The blood in which Your body poured
Unlocked the cavern of many open doors
Through which Your song drew me towards
Like falling water from a cliffs jagged edge
You are the tributaries through which my soul was fed
You are the words through my soul once dead
Was awakened to life once again
Though the pace of life may leave me weary
You did not create a spirit of weakness within me
You are the Strength through which these words speak
You are the Source through which these waters spring
Oh Lord, so much I don’t deserve
For though my heart was divorced from Yours
The blood in which Your body poured
Unlocked the cavern of many open doors
Through which Your song drew me towards
Oh Lord, of this gift of lonely, You have given me Peace
