2002 ⁽³⁾

Father, does my will bend as did my Saviour King? In all and all submit as He and only praises bring? Oh God, let me never fail Thee until I’ve run this race and receive a crown of glory: mine only by Your grace. Jesus,…

Overflowing in the darkness tears run their hidden course, ’round ancient bulwarks standing firm on paths of sad remorse. How precious is that vital flow that streams o’er rocks of blame; it wears them down or moves them on and crushes stones of shame. Each…

You’re on the outside. I’m on the inside looking out. You’re on the outside always doing something: I’m rarely in view. You run when I am weary; fight when I need peace. You come in when I go out. I race back, but, you’re not…