a slow morning witha slow song
The story of compassion
A prodigal son who left the fold
And found no satisfaction
On my knees, Lord, I cried out to You
“I’m so alone
But if there’s room in Your house for one more
I’m ready to come back home?
I know there is a place
Where arms of compassion welcome me home
Sweet mercy falls like rain
I know there’s a place called grace
So many days I’ve trusted grace
Yet I have to wonder
How many times my human strength
Has kept me from surrender
The more I learn just to lean on the cross
The more I see
When I fall, I will fall to the place
Where mercy reaches me
I have been wanting to go this song and be ministered for almost a week. but just have been procrastinating. finally i did it this morning. went to my random room and play the song and search for the lyrics. i love songs with good lyrics dun you? this is one of those songs.
its not so much the place. but the person who is in the place.
yes i am learning to lean and to see that when i fall.. your mercy reaches me.
quoting someone:' the beauty of it all is that we have a God who is able to identify every thing that you are going through.' EVERYTHING. EVERY. THING.
get it? *talking to myself :p
at my door step
6:03 PM