My fears bow before my faith and my praise surpasses my pain.
I am one of Yahweh's mustard seed, a trumpet in Judah.
I will offer my best offering comes what may.
I will live committed each giving day.
The father's love is without condition, so my obedience is in line with His inclination.
Lord your glory, power and honour towers above the stars, your majesty, grace and love swallows the universe.
In reverence I bow before you God and my heart magnify your name and not my distress.
Mar 15, 2020
Mar 15, 2020 at 6:30 PM UTC
My fears bow before my faith and my praise surpasses my pain.
I am one of Yahweh's mustard seed, a trumpet in Judah.
I will offer my best offering comes what may.
I will live committed each giving day.
The father's love is without condition, so my obedience is in line with His inclination.
Lord your glory, power and honour towers above the stars, your majesty, grace and love swallows the universe.
In reverence I bow before you God and my heart magnify your name and not my distress.
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