Herein
is love amazing, love divine, yes, love beyond degree, my voice cries out to
the Jesus who died for me. If all could see what I can see your voice would ring
out praises over land and sea. Why do so many laugh Him to scorn? Oh my wounded
soul feels for thee. There are none so blind who do not wish to see.
The
Sovereign King who has had mercy on me, my plea is for you to set them free.
Regardless men if only you would want to see, if only you could see God’s
“shalls” across the seas, I’m sure you would see what I can see. What God has
blessed is blessed indeed. How do the flowers flourish it should be plain to
see. Look to Jesus and you will be set free.
Signing off
Tyrone
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