When the wind blows gently
We call it a breeze
If temptations come
Do we give in with ease?
You know my frame
Of dust and shame
I know your Love
Your Grace from above.
Again i come with another storm
Lord, it seems like with me,
That is the norm;
But to You I run
Looking at what You have done.
Oh with thanks I find
My past is behind
Eternal rest and hope
At a time when it seemed....
I had come to end of my rope.
Jesus is my Lord
What doubt can I afford
When You gave Your all for me?
Thank You Father for sending your Son
May Your will be done,
amen
today and always
We call it a breeze
If temptations come
Do we give in with ease?
You know my frame
Of dust and shame
I know your Love
Your Grace from above.
Again i come with another storm
Lord, it seems like with me,
That is the norm;
But to You I run
Looking at what You have done.
Oh with thanks I find
My past is behind
Eternal rest and hope
At a time when it seemed....
I had come to end of my rope.
Jesus is my Lord
What doubt can I afford
When You gave Your all for me?
Thank You Father for sending your Son
May Your will be done,
amen
today and always