Now behold the Lamb.

Now behold the Lamb
the Precious Lamb of God
born into sin that I may live again
the Precious Lamb of God

Holy is the Lamb
the Precious Lamb of God
Why You love me so, Lord
I shall never know
the Precious lamb of God

Now behold the Lamb
the Precious Lamb of God
Born into sin that I may live again
He's the precious Lamb of God

When I always didn't do right
I went left he told me to go right
Now im standing right here in th mist of my tears
Lord I thank you for being the lamb of God holy..

Thank You for the Lamb
the Precious Lamb of God
Because of Your grace
I can finish this race
the Precious Lamb of God

Even when I broke Your heart
my sins tore us apart
But I'm standing right here
in the midst of my tears
I claim You to be the Lamb of God

New life can begin,
for You washed away, washed away every one of my sins
Whom the Son sets free, is truly free indeed
I claim You to be the Lamb of God

Now behold the Lamb
the Precious Lamb of God
born into sin that I may live again
the Precious Lamb of God.

Why You love me so, Lord
I shall never know
the Precious Lamb of God

You love me, Jesus
You died for me, Jesus
You shed your blood for me, Jesus On Calvary.

Kirk Franklin

Ouch.

Do you ever have times where things just hurt?
You understand them.
You can explain them.
You know someone is in control. You trust that someone.
Yet it still hurts?
Yet you know it needs to happen, yet you still don't want it to?

Ouch.

The heart hurts at the moment.

People have left. Forever. People are leaving, people are choosing to leave, choosing to walk away. People are having to leave, and some people don't even realize that they're leaving you. They ALL hurt. I don't think you could define one as hurting 'more' they all sting, they all leave you saying ouch, they all leave your heart hurting.

God although my heart is sore, although it's torn, although it's broken. I'll praise you anyway, no matter who leaves, you're still God. You're still here. You won't leave.

I still believe you're there,but at times, I wonder if you remember me. If you remember that I'm still here. I'll still praising you anyway.

Isaiah 49. 15 - 16

' Can a mother forget the baby at her breast
and have no compassion on the child she has borne?
Though she may forget,
I will not forget you!
See, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands;
your walls are ever before me. '

You haven't and won't forget me Lord.

Lord I believe, but help me in my unbelief.

Black Hole

Oh God
I'm right back in that limbo world again -
Can't feel you close to me -
Can't feel anything.
It seemed as if things were fine -
Walking in the light -
The suddenly, panic; it's all dark;
I'm drowning.

Worries - no more than they were before
Yet they are now so heavy,
So unsolvable,
so endless,
Sucking me down -
And I'm listening to the enemy
Who is condemning me to death
with his sly lies.

Doctors tell me that feeling 'low',
Is just another illness -
Brought on by stress, hormone, exhaustion, debility.
Then why do I feel so guilty about it?
So powerless to drag myself out?
So unguarded.

Where is my knowledge of you being there -
Right beside me -
Part of Me?
While my feelings scream
That because I'm like this
I have failed you,
Therefore I am less than nothing
Useless, Rubbish?

Please give me the disciplined mind,
to refuse to entertain these trespassing thoughts.
Which have no right to be there.
Because I am YOUR child -
To wait quietly faith
Until my receiving equipment is repaired
and switched on again
And I can feel you
Filling me with your big heart
Forgiving
Empowering
And re mobilising me.

Where you have been all the time.

- Shirley Vickers