I can only imagine, when that day come, and I'm walking in the Son, I can only imagine..surrounded by your glory what will my heart feel, will I dance for you Jesus,or in awe of you be still, will I stand in your presence or to my knee's will I fall, will I sing haleluah,will I be able to speak at all... I can only imagine:yay:..Mercyme
Look at the world and all the trouble its in, we've traded righgeousness for pleasure of sin, and now that things have gotten way out of hand, we're wondering how and wondering when...anybody want to pray with me,anybody want to pray with me, and chase all these troubles away..
CECE Winan
The room stood still, as she made her way to Jesus, she stumble through the tears that made her blind,she felt such pain, some spoke in anger, there's place here for her kind, but still she came through the shame that flushed her face until at last she knelt before His feet, and though she spoke no words, everthing she said was heard, as she pour her love for the master, from her box of alabaster,I've come to pour my praise on Him, like oil from Mary's alabaster box, don't be angry if I washed his feet with my tears, and dried them with my hair, you wern't there the night Jesus found me you did not feel what I felt when He wrapped His loving arms around me, and you don't know the cost of the oil in my alabaster box....:glow:
