There's a river that never changes,
With mighty power, gently flows.
It's the blood of my Crucified Savior,
Running pure, it cleanses me.
By this river I daily stand,
Saints of old have held its edge.
Plunging deep, it penetrates me,
I am changed, refreshed, renewed.
Precious Savior, My Redeemer,
From Your hands, Your feet, Your side,
I'm forgiven, all guilt removed,
with grace and mercy, I will live.
Flowing River of forgiveness,
Run through me, cleanse my heart.
Shame and guilt are washed away,
Mercy given, what joy bestowed.
2-26-2009
Did you write that?
ReplyDeleteYep. It came to me a couple of months after Dale passed away. I was actually taking a shower and was overwheled with guilt. These words came to me, and my guilt went down the drain.
ReplyDeleteI was trying to put a melody with the words, just like
ReplyDeletethey do in Plymouth Brethern services. Do let me know
if you have a melody for it. Such choice and good
words, Julia. Thanks for putting them down. Thanks for
sharing it.
Julia, its beautiful thanks for sharing such a precious moment with us. Blessings,Karen
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