THE SOURCE

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  1. THE SOURCE

    My mind was a confusion and nothing seemed to count
    Friends were an intrusion and troubles seemed to mount
    Life’s journey leading nowhere each step sending me off course
    My spirit like an arid stream was cut off from its source

    My pathways were uneven not narrow or not straight
    I questioned in my heart space and its answer was “just wait”
    A solution to my yearning my best efforts failed to force
    How could I know, how could I win, without a loving source

    Then one day in desperation I cried in deep despair
    Oh Lord my will I yield to you, please listen to my prayer
    As tears started descending caused by sorrow and remorse
    My heart was filled with Grace and love from an overflowing source

    Like streams of living water that renews the weary and the weak
    This gift of love is there for all if only we would seek
    The gift of His salvation that from Calvary freely pours
    The blood of Jesus Christ my Lord, my God, my only source

    Pat McCann…………May 2009
     

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