And the Book of Life was Opened The Book of Life was opened And a name was written down All of heaven stood and gazed Not a movement, not a sound The angels watched in silence As the story did unfold And from the pages of the book The story it was told And life sprung up from off the page These words became a man The angels gasped to see such work To see Gods mighty plan A soul was fashioned in His hand And how, no one could tell It was marvelous and wonderful And this my soul knows well Where could I go from you Spirit Lord? Could I hide in the depths of the sea? No matter where I run to Lord You still come after me I could take the wings of the morning And fly into the darkest night And there be blinded by the darkness And you would come and give me sight I could ascend to the highest heaven And I would find you there I could fall to the lowest pits of hell And discover that you are everywhere And so you came and sought me out Even in this hell dark place For the day and night are both alike As they gaze upon your face For in the glorious light of heaven There is no darkness that can stand For through the very gates of hell You came and took me by the hand And you laid your hand upon me That hand that gave me birth That hand that knew me through and through Before I came to earth For before the earth was fashioned That Book was in your hand Before the sun shone in the sky All of this was planned Oh search me God and know my heart That sin may have no place in me For I was covered by your Blood That precious Blood of Calvary This sin it would assault my soul And rob and steal and take from me The testimony of my King And what He did on Calvary But praise the Lord there is no power Neither hell nor death nor misery Can come against the precious work The precious work of Calvary How precious are your thoughts to me Theyre more in number than the sand Ill praise you Lord eternally My name was written by your hand. I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvellous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well. My substance was not hid from thee, when I was made in secret, and curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth. Thine eyes did see my substance, yet being unperfect; and in thy book all my members were written, which in continuance were fashioned, when as yet there was none of them. (Psa 139:14-16)
Posted on: Sat, 20 Sep 2014 04:12:46 +0000
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