My Lord loves me so very much He gives me joy Amazing joy in Aspiring ambitions Bubbling joy in Bitter brokenness Contented joy among Challenging
Seven arches of colour Spiritual perfection Red, the ultimate covering His blood Orange, the absolute comforter The paraclete Yellow, the only source His light Green,
Suffering that goes on Is so hard to understand I am healed by your stripes So why don’t I see the manifestation? Others are healed
Oh how, precious in the Lord’s sight Is the death of His cherished Saints We believed in Your healing Yet you took our Nicola Hearts
O Lord, to be attune to you To hear your heart break For a world going to Hell O Lord, to feel your perpetual pain
Our scientific and costly attempts Proving the existence of God Is to what avail? Wasting more time and money Why not prove another obvious Our
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