Without Words

In the abiding place is the fullness of grace.

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.

Author's Note

God's love is living in us for all the world to see.