Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy
It does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude
It is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered
And it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil,
But rejoices with the truth. It always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres
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samantha
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26 June
[ Saturday, December 08, 2007 ]
4:48 AM
I was sure by now, God you would have reached down. And wiped our tears away, Stepped in and saved the day. But once again, I say amen that it's still raining. As the thunder rolls, I barely hear your whisper through the rain, I'm with you. And as your mercy falls, I raise my hands and praise the God who gives and takes away.
And I'll praise you in this storm, And I will lift my hands. That you are who you are, No matter where I am. And every tear I've cried, You hold in your hand. You never left my side, And though my heart is torn, I will praise you in this storm.
I remember when, I stumbled in the wind. You heard my cry, You raised me up again. My strength is almost gone, How can I carry on, If I can't find you. As the thunder rolls, I barely hear your whisper through the rain, I'm with you. And as your mercy falls, I raise my hands, And praise the God who gives and takes away.
I lift my eyes unto the hills, Where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, The maker of heaven and earth. I lift my eyes unto the hills, Where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, The maker of heaven and earth
