Here by Thy great help I’ve come; And I hope, by Thy good pleasure, Safely to arrive at home.
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shea beth
Tainted blood and water
flow, cleansed from your thrown, and I, my mess
enthralled in it's undertow.
This life, this one, on the edge of something
magnificent, empty and beautifully broken,
wonderfully heavy with the grace it now bears,
do come, do kneel, do love, and long.
To raise this rock above my head, to scream help
with lung's gust, my arms do reach to your sky; help
on my tongue, help in my heart, help flowing from my
lips to your ears.
Help and remembrance, remembering how far we've
come with Ebenezer's stone,
flow intermingled with
the blood from your thrown.
I come, and I kneel,
and I ask, take this little life and use it for your glory.
Ebenezer planted firmly in the earth, shovel in, shovel deep,
here I stay, till you take me home.
"Here's my
heart Lord, take and seal it, seal it for thy
courts above."
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