Opening the door to dine with Him
Traveling to earth to let us in
Laying down His glory crown of old
Setting up the wedding feast foretold
Oh, we can’t contain our love
We turn it up loud
We love you, Jesus
For so many reasons
For death and life and freedom
Even now we love You
We love you Jesus
In and out of seasons
In valleys and on top of mountains
Even now can we sing
What manner of love is this that you would say
Your sin is mine - I'll take it to the grave (then rising)
Death oh death, where is your sting today?
Death is swallowed up in victory
Oh, we can’t contain our love
We turn it up loud
We love you, Jesus
For so many reasons
For death and life and freedom
Even now we love You
We love you Jesus
In and out of seasons
In valleys and on top of mountains
Even now can we sing
We love You, Jesus! . . .
Shane and Shane
Welcome to the online picnic-spot for my sporadic writings and endless tea drinking.
In lieu of trying to belong to any number of societies: Chesterton, Sherlock Holmes, the Inklings, and so on: I propose and establish one of my own. Don your intelligence cap at the door; dust off your logic and imagination; did you bring your inspiration and encouragement? We are shapers, my friends; lit lamps; light-bringers. Bring quotes; poetry should be uplifting and thoughtful, or witty and clever, (or both). Humor is encouraged; laughter is invited back. Pull up a chair. Anyone for tea?
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