Post by MIRIAM JACOB on May 9, 2008 23:13:40 GMT -5
HIS GIFT TO ME
A window in the sky
Where souls ascend on high
My sins had brought me low
God cleansed them white as snow
How can it be?
Great miracle
God's salvation
His gift to me.
There is a holy gate
Right now, it's not too late
To start an upward climb
So humbling and sublime
How can it be?
Tender mercies
Measure of faith
His gift to me.
Realms of glorious light
Magnificent, the sight
Where angels smile and sing
Around our blessed King
How can it be?
Oh, Lamb of God
Promise fulfilled,
His gift to me.
Teardrops will stop falling
When you hear His calling
Blanketed by His grace
Love's precious embrace
How can it be?
Eternal rest
Under His wing
His gift to me.
© JULIE PISACANE
Isaiah 1:18 -
Come now, and let us reason together,
saith the LORD: though your sins be as scarlet,
they shall be as white as snow;
though they be red like crimson,
they shall be as wool.
A window in the sky
Where souls ascend on high
My sins had brought me low
God cleansed them white as snow
How can it be?
Great miracle
God's salvation
His gift to me.
There is a holy gate
Right now, it's not too late
To start an upward climb
So humbling and sublime
How can it be?
Tender mercies
Measure of faith
His gift to me.
Realms of glorious light
Magnificent, the sight
Where angels smile and sing
Around our blessed King
How can it be?
Oh, Lamb of God
Promise fulfilled,
His gift to me.
Teardrops will stop falling
When you hear His calling
Blanketed by His grace
Love's precious embrace
How can it be?
Eternal rest
Under His wing
His gift to me.
© JULIE PISACANE
Isaiah 1:18 -
Come now, and let us reason together,
saith the LORD: though your sins be as scarlet,
they shall be as white as snow;
though they be red like crimson,
they shall be as wool.