They that Wait

They that wait on the Lord shall renew their strength
They will mount up with wings like an eagle
They will run and not grow weary at all
They will walk and will not faint


Jesus, we will wait on you
Oh hear our cry again
Jesus, we will wait on you
as you renew us from within
We will hold onto your promises
until you come again
We will wait on you


They that wait on the Lord shall renew their strength
They will mount up with wings like an eagle
They will run and not grow weary at all
They will walk and will not faint

Matt Goss Band

A beautiful song

Tomorrow morning if you wake up
and the sun does not appear
I will be here
If in the dark, we lose sight of love
Hold my hand, and have no fear
'Cause I will be here

I will be here
When you feel like being quiet
When you need to speak your mind
I will listen
And I will be here
When the laughter turns to cryin'
Through the winning, losing and trying
We'll be together
I will be here

Tomorrow morning, if you wake up
And the future is unclear
I will be here
Just as sure as seasons were made for change
Our lifetimes were made for these years
So I will be here

I will be here
And you can cry on my shoulder
When the mirror tells us we're older
I will hold you
And I will be here
To watch you grow in beauty
And tell you all the things you are to me
I will be here

I will be true to the promise I have made
To you and to the One who gave you to me

Tomorrow morning, if you wake up
And the sun does not appear
I will be here
Oh, I will be here.


Steven Curtis Chapman, I Will Be Here

A Letter from God to all Women...

I made her... she is different. With love I formed her in her mother’s womb. I fashioned her with great joy. I remember, with pleasure, the day I created her. I love her smile. I love her ways. I love to hear her laugh. And the silly things she says and does. She brings me great pleasure. This is how I made her. I made her pretty and not beautiful because I knew heart, and I knew she would be vain... I wanted her to search out her heart, and learn that it would be me in her that made her beautiful... and it would be Me in her heart that would draw friends to her. I made her in such a way that she would need me. I made her a little more lonesome than she would like to be, I know her heart, I know if I had not made her like this she would have gone her own way and forgotten about me... her Creator. I have given her many good and happy things... because I love her. Because I love her, I have seen her broken heart and the tears she’s cried alone. And I have cried with her and had a broken heart too. Many times she has stumbled and fallen alone, only because she would not hold my hand. So many lessons she has learned the hard way because she would not listen to my voice... So many times I have sat back and watched her go her own way, only to return to my arms sad and broken. And now she is mine again... I made her, and then I bought her... Because I love her. I have to reshape and mold her.. To renew her to what I had planned for her to be. It has not been easy for her or for me. I want her to be conformed to my image... This is the high goal I have set for her....
Because I love her.

When I created the heavens and earth, I spoke them into being. When I created man, I formed him and breathed life into his nostrils. But you, woman, I fashioned after I breathed the breath of life into man because your nostrils are too delicate . I allowed a deep sleep to come over him so I could patiently and perfectly fashion you. Man was put to sleep so he could not interfere with my creativity. From one bone I fashioned you. I chose the bone that protects man’s life. I chose the rib, which protects the heart and lungs, and supports him, as you are meant to do. Around this one bone I shaped you... I molded you. I created you perfectly and beautifully. Your characteristics are as the rib, strong, yet delicate and fragile. You provide protection for the most delicate organ in man, his heart. His heart is the center of his being; his lungs hold the breath of life, the rib cage will allow itself to be broken before it will allow damage to the heart.

Support the man as the rib cage supports the body. You were not taken from his feet, to be below him, nor from his head to be above him. You were taken from his side to stand beside him and be held close to his side. You are my perfect angel, you are my beautiful little girl. You have grown to be a splendid woman of excellence, and my eyes fill when I see the virtues in your heart. Your eyes-don’t change them. Your lips- how lovely when they part in prayer. Your hands- how gently to touch. I’ve caressed your face in deep sleep. I’ve held your heart close to mine. Of all that lives and breathes you are the most like me. Adam walked with me in the cool of the day, and yet he was lonely. He could not see me or touch me, he could only feel me. For everything I wanted Adam to share and experience with me, I fashioned you- my holiness, my strength, my purity, my love, my protection, my support. You are special because you are an extension of me. Man represents my image; woman, my emotions. Together you represent the totality of God. So man, treat woman well. Love her, respect her, for she is fragile.

Fountain

there's a well that is deep and strong
that's clear and cold and refreshing
in this well there's an endless supply
of the Father's love for His children

there's a stream that flows from the throne
it's full of joy everlasting
it makes glad the hearts of the saints
and covers us all with its blessings

so we turn to You to fill our souls
and we run to You to make us whole

You're the Fountain of living water,
the Well that will never run dry
You're the River of love and forgiveness,
the God who can satisfy

so saturate me...
captivate me...
saturate me
be my treasure

still I drink from dry, dusty wells
that promise some life to my soul
and I find that time after time
I'm as empty as I was before

but Jesus stands ready to drench
the innermost place of our hearts
and those who drink deeply of Him
will never thirst again

so we turn to you to fill our souls
and we run to you to make us whole

You're the fountain of living water
the Well that will never run dry
You're the river of love and forgiveness
the God who can satisfy

so saturate me...
captivate me...
saturate me...
be my treasure

You're the fountain of living water
the Well that will never run dry
You're the river of love and forgiveness
the God who can satisfy

Fountain, by Matt Rexford: a song that every church, every believer, every person needs to learn! Seriously.