When I Hear the Praises Start

My son, My son, why are you striving
You can't add one thing to what's been done for you
I did it all while I was dying
Rest in your faith, my peace will come to you

For when I hear the praises start
I want to rain upon you
Blessings that will fill your heart
I see no stain upon you
Because you are my child and you know me
To Me you're only holy
Nothing that you've done remains
Only what you do for Me

My child, My child, why are you weeping
You will not have to wait forever
That day and that hour is in My keeping
The day I'll bring you into Heaven

For when I hear the praises start
My child, I want to rain upon you
Blessing that will fill your heart
I see no stain upon you
Because you are My child and you know me
To me you're only holy
Nothing that you've done remains
Only what you do in Me

My precious bride, the day is nearing
When I'll take you in My arms and hold you
I know there are so many things that you've been hearing
But you just hold on to what I have told you

For when I hear the praises start
My bride, I want to rain upon you
Blessings that will fill your heart
I see no stain upon you
Because you are My child, and you know Me
To me you're only holy
Nothing that you've done will remain
Only what you do for me

 

Keith Green

Fluff and Stuff

In honor of the last commenter (which I have a strong suspicion is my wife...she's such and exhorter), here is the next installment of "Fluff and Stuff".

 

There's a guy here at work who always comes in first thing every morning and pours the remainder of yesterdays coffee into his mug and microwaves it. 24 hour old coffee sounds kind of gross to me; but he does the same on Monday mornings as well. This means the coffee has been sitting in the coffee pot since Friday morning. 72 hour old coffee not only sounds gross, but it sounds unhealthy to me. He survived Vietnam, so old coffee's probably nothing to him.

 

This ends this installment of "Fluff and Stuff".

 

troy