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Your grace is enough
More than I need
And your word I will believe
I wait for you
Draw near again
And your spirit make me new
And i will fall at your feet
I will fall at your feet
And i will worship you here

Your presence in me
Jesus light the way
By the power of your word
I am restored
I am redeemed
By your spirit i am free
And i will fall at your feet
I will fall at your feet
And i will worship you here

Freely you gave it all for us
Surrendered your life upon that cross
Great is your love
Poured out for all
This is our God

Lifted on high from death to life
Forever our God is glorified
Sovereign king
Rescued the world
This is our God

And i will fall at your feet
I will fall at your feet
And i will worship you here

And i will fall at your feet
I will fall at your feet
And i will worship you here

Freely you gave it all for us
S urrendered your life upon that cross
Great is your love
Poured out for all
This is our God

Lifted on high from death to life
Forever out God is glorified
Sovereign king
Rescued the world
This is our God

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Rembrandt Harmensz. van Rijn 1606 – 1669
The Storm on the Sea of Galilee

oil on canvas (159 × 127 cm) — 1633
Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum, Boston

“The Deity & Exclusive Authority of Jesus the Messiah in the Gospel of Mark”

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gets me every time.

Lord, if I ever get tired of the message of this song, please stop my heart from beating.

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May this be so for us at Blackhawk Ministries, dear Father.

“Earnestness is good and impressive: genius is gifted and great. Thought kindles and inspires, but it takes a diviner endowment, and more powerful energy than earnestness or genius or thought to break the chains of sin, to win estranged and depraved hearts to God, to repair the breaches and restore the Church to her old ways of purity and power. Nothing but this holy unction [the anointing of the Holy Spirit] can do this.”
… E. M. Bounds (1835-1913), Preacher and Prayer, Publishing House of the M. E. Church, South, Dallas, Tex., 1907, p. 93-94

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I wanna give up again my love and live like a runaway.
Making bands in an alley way,
so I can dream of a better day.

Is there anyone left who will understand i am made of flesh and bone.
I tried to tell you on the telephone,
all I needed was a stepping stone.

This is the last time
I’m gonna let you down.
It’s finally over.
It’s finally over.

Every time I try to go to sleep you flood my memory.
Though I live like an absentee,
all I care is that you’ll reach for me.

I’m gonna burn that bridge and build a home with waters weaving underground (let you go).
Livin’ high and searching for the sound,
a silent wall and we tore it down.

This is the last time
I’m gonna turn around.
It’s finally over.
It’s finally over.

This is the last time
I’m gonna let you down.
It’s finally over.
It’s finally over.

This is the last time
I’m gonna turn around.
It’s finally over.
It’s finally over.

This is the last time
I’m gonna let you down.
It’s finally over.
It’s finally over.

Let me hold your hand my dear at least until the smoke has cleared.
Our love has turned towards your eye
I don’t know why I go in circles.

would i be a fool to think
that i could find recovery in every single lonely ride? I don’t know why I go in circles.

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for my Gospel of Mark classes at BCS.

Don’t be a Pharisee. There’s NOTHING down that road…

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with apologies to C.J., I am the worst sinner I know.

C. J. Mahaney – Study Video from Together for the Gospel (T4G) on Vimeo.

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“If you wanted a label for us, would you find a better than a Sadducean Age? We also are not worrying about immortality, hardly believe in it, or at least are not sure; we, too, have limited ourselves to this dust-speck of time, leaving unclaimed the vast inheritance beyond of which Christ told us; we, too, are putting all our zeal and passion and enthusiasm into things of this earth here, quite sure that that is the only road to progress, and that this everlasting chatter about the soul is quite beside the point. And they are all so earnest and so certain, work so hard, are animated often by such lofty motives, are so sure that there is really no manner of need for Christ; that given this, and this, and this, each of them pushing forward his particular panacea—the world will manage very well; that to talk about Christ, and changing people’s hearts, and making us new creatures, is merely to lose precious time and wander from the practical into vague day-dreaming of which nothing comes. And year by year their voices grow a little harder, and they eye Christ more and more askance, feel sourly that He is a bit of a nuisance and a stumbling-block to progress, keeping people quiet who should not be quiet, lulling them with these dim, immaterial, fantastic, spiritual hopes of His which they think have no body, and can not have. Once more the whisper grows, “Were He not far better away?” Meantime we can ignore Him, they say; and they do.”
… A. J. Gossip (1873-1954), The Galilean Accent, Edinburgh: T. & T. Clark, 1926, p. 129

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