Today, God left me breathless
The only way I can describe it is the He showed me how much HE has changed me. Words cannot describe how amazing this feels.
Casting Crowns
Here I am Lord and I'm drowning
In Your sea of forgetfulness
The chains of yesterday surround me
I yearn for peace and rest
I don't want to end up
Where You found me
And it echoes in my mind
Keeps me awake tonight
I know You've cast my sins as far
As the East is from the West
And I stand before You now
As though I've never sinned
But today I feel like
I'm just one mistake away
From You leaving me this way
Jesus can You show me
Just how far the East is from the West
Cause I can't bear to see the man I've been
Come rising up in me again
In the arms of Your Mercy I find rest
Cause you know just how far
The East is from the West
From one scarred hand to the other
I start the day the war begins
Endless reminding of my sin
Time and time again
Your Truth is drowned out by the storm I'm in
Today I feel like I'm just one mistake away
From You leaving me this way
Jesus can you show me
Just how far the East is from the West
Cause I can't bear to see the man I've been
Come rising up in me again
In the arms of Your Mercy I find rest
Cause You know just how far the East is from the West
From one scarred hand to the other
I know You've washed me white
Turned my darkness into light
I need Your Peace to get me through
To get me through this night
I can't live by what I feel
But by the Truth Your Word reveals
I'm not holding on to You
But You're holding on to me
You're holding on to me
Jesus, You know just how far
The East is from the West
I don't have to see the man I've been
Come rising up in me again
In the arms of Your Mercy I find rest
(The arms of Your Mercy I find rest)
Cause You know just how far the East is from the West
From one scarred hand to the other (x2)
(Just how far, the East is from the West) (x3)
From one scarred hand to the other
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"Have you ever had a gallop on a horse? Think of that; and then take away the heavy noise of the hoofs and the jingle of the harness and imagine instead the almost noiseless padding of the great paws. Then imagine instead of the black or grey or chestnut back of the horse the soft roughness of golden fur, and the mane flying back in the wind. And then imagine you are going about twice as fast as the fastest racehorse. But this is a mount that doesn't need to be guided and never grows tired. He rushes on and on, never missing his footing, never hesitating..."
"Both the children were looking up into the Lion's face as he spoke these words. And all at once (they never knew exactly how it happened) the face seemed to be a sea of tossing gold in which they were floating, and such a sweetness and power rolled about them and over them and entered into them that they felt they had never really been happy or wise or good, or even alive and awake, before. And the memory of that moment stayed with them always, so that as long as they both lived, if they were ever sad or afraid or angry, the thought of all that golden goodness, and the feeling that it was still there, quite close, just around some corner or just behind some door, would come back and make them sure, deep down inside, that all is well."
C.S. Lewis,
The Magician's Nephew