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What is man when you think of him? Mortal man when you look at him? We're made of flesh and blood and bone, Very fragile, so alone. When we were young, so full of dreams, Thought we would rule and reign supreme. Now that we're older, all we see: Death, pain and misery.
The anxiety, How can we be free? Seems there really is no hope; There is no liberty. Yet, within a sigh, From the heart a cry — 'Neath the doubts and questionings —, Why not give God a try?
But then a fear begins to rise; The human heart — it's full of lies. Enslaved within to what is dark; It's sin that rules my heart! O what a wretched man I am! Lord, please deliver if You can. Remove the things that separate. My heart's an open gate.
God: I must receive…, Into You believe…, Sin remove from in my heart…, In me, Your life conceive. Lord, Your kingdom come. Lord, Your will be done. As in heaven, so on earth — My heart — Your will be done.
Lord, You're the true and living King. Come rule in me in everything. Cause sin to be so powerless. Come reign in righteousness. Your peace and joy my spirit fill. Keep me in You each day until Your kingdom has been formed in me For all the earth to see.
Jesus, Son of Man Carry out Your plan! Gain the new creation, Your built up corporate man! Lord, Your kingdom come. Lord, Your will be done. As in heaven, so on earth — In me — Your kingdom come. by Norman J Minahan |
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