Friday, January 09, 2004

Look at where we�ve come
a boy becomes a man
But for the first time in our lives
we come without a plan

Careful when you look
for my heart has leprosy
All I want is to see Jesus
just one touch and I�ll be free


Oh, I feel, I feel it�s coming on
When you call my name it feels like heaven

Reach inside of me
deeper than before
Would you tear away this old man
bring peace to this old war
See your piercing eyes
burn me like a fire
If you have me I will run
to finish all that you�ve begun


Hold me tonight, will you hold me tonight
Hold me tonight, it feels like heaven

-- Feel It Coming On, Delirious?


You never let me go
You never let me fall
I know you�re in this pain
And when I�ve got it all
And I�m clinging on to you
�Cos it�s all that we can do
�Cos knowing you is beautiful

-- With You, Delirious?

"being confident of this, that he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus." -- Phil. 1:6

"1I want you to know how much I am struggling for you and for those at Laodicea, and for all who have not met me personally. 2My purpose is that they may be encouraged in heart and united in love, so that they may have the full riches of complete understanding, in order that they may know the mystery of God, namely, Christ, 3in whom are hidden all the treasures of wisdom and knowledge." -- Col. 2:1-3

"2Consider it pure joy, my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds, 3because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance. 4Perseverance must finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything. 5If any of you lacks wisdom, he should ask God, who gives generously to all without finding fault, and it will be given to him. 6But when he asks, he must believe and not doubt, because he who doubts is like a wave of the sea, blown and tossed by the wind. 7That man should not think he will receive anything from the Lord; 8he is a double-minded man, unstable in all he does." -- James 1:2-8


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