Like a phoenix from the ashes Better than that Like you out of the grave My soul rises again to meet you Glorious One, Rose of Sharon My incomparable King I see you in the dusty streets Joyous children thronging around you Leaping dancing, praising Basking in the beauty of your presence Your hands outstretched to heal The deaf sing, the blind run See them come So unloved, thrown out, unwanted Flocking to you Knowing they are welcome Beggars, prostitutes, drunkards "He loves me, he loves me!" It swells within them The hope their hearts have missed A Savior, a Master, a Lord Just and merciful Tender and loving, mighty to save "Hosanna, blessed is he...," they cry This is my King This is my Master Fairest of ten thousand Lily of the Valley Bright and Morning Star Jesus of Nazareth Son of God, Son of Man, God incarnate Come, Lord, dine with me tonight Come into my house Grace me with your presence Oh, that I might sit at your feet You are my pearl of great price Stephen Pursell, 9/04 |  |
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