As i gaze back through the times, the memories and yesterdays that I have Known I realize that time in this world is little more than a journey home. The paths we walk so different for each of us, some paths are broken, some paths are straight and some paths lead us in circles. We all began in different places, and we all face different challenges and obstacles along the way.
My own travels have been filled with sorrows and deep regrets, so many mistakes and failures, lost hopes and dreams never realized. There were times when I had plenty, and times that i Knew lack, times filled with contentmen, and times i must forget. There were times i walked in darkness, and Heard the Hungry wolves Howl Just beyond My sight. the obstacles were many, the challeges so great.
Much more than all of this, there has been Love that those sorrows made me know. Each time I have found myself lost in a valley, or facing cliffe to High to climb, it is Love that brings me home. Each time that I followed my heart into darkness, It is Love that shines its light. Not Love that I have given, but Love that I have found. The Love that fills my voids and whispers healing to my weary, Broken Heart.
Each time that I have fallen, I have found Love that Lifts me up. so many times ive crumbled to my knees with no one there to hold me and wipe my tears away, there has been Love that lets them flow. This Love filled full of mercy, overflowing with Grace toward me. My cup has runneth over in this place so far from Home. This Love for me, a man like me... I do not understand my journey Down this Long and winding road, why things have happened or what will be. Am I weak that I have struggled am I weak that I have fell? yes I am waek, this thing I know, Yet when I'm weak His Love is strong .
Even my tomorrow stays a mystery to me. will i cry? Will I hurt ? will i find peace and Joy? will i find sorrow or fall in shame? to understand tomorrow is not needed, I am not afraid because His Love will reach for me. A Love that reaches me regardless of my flaws and imperfections. My mistakes and my shortcomings are counted many as the stars. My sins behind they number the raindrops falling from the april sky. Yet constant I am Loved through the rain into the sunlight, in darkness and in light.
The Love that Lifts me to His throne, even though I've caused my fall. When rightfully I could be blamed or accused for my own hurt, Love carries me away. Love that sows my heart together with its tender mighty strings, even when the fragments are scattered to the Winds. He finds new parts and peices those better than before. Each time i lose a part of Me His Love makes me whole again. I am Loved though I am fallen, I am Loved though I stand tall. Not from my worth for I am Nothing worthy of His all consumning Love.
This Love flows from the blood of my Savior who died on a cross for me. This Love flows from His throne me where He Lives beyond the Grave. This Love abounds from God My Father He Loves me completely without end. This Love reaches me from heaven, with His wounded Healing hands. This Love is named Christ Jesus who Lives to Love this broken man I am. The Guiding Light, the truest North it is His Love that Leads me home.
My own travels have been filled with sorrows and deep regrets, so many mistakes and failures, lost hopes and dreams never realized. There were times when I had plenty, and times that i Knew lack, times filled with contentmen, and times i must forget. There were times i walked in darkness, and Heard the Hungry wolves Howl Just beyond My sight. the obstacles were many, the challeges so great.
Much more than all of this, there has been Love that those sorrows made me know. Each time I have found myself lost in a valley, or facing cliffe to High to climb, it is Love that brings me home. Each time that I followed my heart into darkness, It is Love that shines its light. Not Love that I have given, but Love that I have found. The Love that fills my voids and whispers healing to my weary, Broken Heart.
Each time that I have fallen, I have found Love that Lifts me up. so many times ive crumbled to my knees with no one there to hold me and wipe my tears away, there has been Love that lets them flow. This Love filled full of mercy, overflowing with Grace toward me. My cup has runneth over in this place so far from Home. This Love for me, a man like me... I do not understand my journey Down this Long and winding road, why things have happened or what will be. Am I weak that I have struggled am I weak that I have fell? yes I am waek, this thing I know, Yet when I'm weak His Love is strong .
Even my tomorrow stays a mystery to me. will i cry? Will I hurt ? will i find peace and Joy? will i find sorrow or fall in shame? to understand tomorrow is not needed, I am not afraid because His Love will reach for me. A Love that reaches me regardless of my flaws and imperfections. My mistakes and my shortcomings are counted many as the stars. My sins behind they number the raindrops falling from the april sky. Yet constant I am Loved through the rain into the sunlight, in darkness and in light.
The Love that Lifts me to His throne, even though I've caused my fall. When rightfully I could be blamed or accused for my own hurt, Love carries me away. Love that sows my heart together with its tender mighty strings, even when the fragments are scattered to the Winds. He finds new parts and peices those better than before. Each time i lose a part of Me His Love makes me whole again. I am Loved though I am fallen, I am Loved though I stand tall. Not from my worth for I am Nothing worthy of His all consumning Love.
This Love flows from the blood of my Savior who died on a cross for me. This Love flows from His throne me where He Lives beyond the Grave. This Love abounds from God My Father He Loves me completely without end. This Love reaches me from heaven, with His wounded Healing hands. This Love is named Christ Jesus who Lives to Love this broken man I am. The Guiding Light, the truest North it is His Love that Leads me home.