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When I Read His Word by Patricia Joan Polhans When I read the words of Jesus It's like the voice of many waters As he summons me to come to him As his precious, holy daughter. His words are like sweet music Resounding 'thin my inner ear And oft'times he speaks so fluently That it fills my eyes with tears. Other times his voice is piercing Like a sharp two edged sword Dividing the soul and spirit With his precious Holy Word. Sometimes his voice thunders From the mighty, awesome deep, Speaking powerful words That he gives for me to keep. His words are hidden in my heart Where they shall be maintained, Burned upon my heart forever Where they shall evermore remain. I hear his gentle, Kingly voice, Feel the touch of his tender hand. It makes my heart begin to flutter At the presence of this man. Then I hear him 'gin to whisper A sweet, gentle, poetic song Wooing me by his Spirit. Non other could write this love song. My heart listens so attentively To sounds of his familiar voice. Deeper in love with him I fall Knowing I've made the right choice. When he says how much he longs To have me near his wounded side Something wells up within me And our love cannot be denied. I come to bask 'thin his presence, Seek more of his precious face For the nearer I draw unto him I am consumed by love and grace. I fall on my knees before him Seeking my one and only love. My dear, sweet, precious Jesus My soft, gentle white dove. I shan't ever forget his voice The secrets planted in my heart, The many, many love songs He echoes to my innermost part. His voice was as many waters Speaking words of love to me Peaceful and serene they were Just as the quiet, rip'ling streams. |
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