To my Heavenly Father.

“O how when the storms of life do come

I come to you in prayer,

I rest my head upon your knee

for I know that you will hear.

The cries within my heart

the distress in my soul,

I weep for so many dear people

as the billows roll.

I thankyou O my Father

that you’re the anchor in the storm,

You are the one I cling to

as I’m feeling so tired and worn.

You are the strength of my heart

You are my hiding place,

You are the peace within my soul

I look up to see your face.

I see such compassion and love

I know you care so much,

I bring these precious people before you

And pray for your loving touch.

O thankyou, thankyou Father

for you have heard my cry,

You receive this heavy burden

and before you it does lie.”

                                        

O the joy Father, spent before your throne

of every single hour,

when reading your precious word

and seeing your mighty,wondrous pow’r.

There’s nothing too hard for you

You work in our lives each day,

Cleansing and healing and encouraging

so that we may walk in your ways.

The joy that we have in our heart

Is just a taste of things to come,

When we come home to you O Father

the work is completely done.

I can’t imagine the joy that will bring

but I dream of that wonderful day,

I know your promises are very sure

so I know that with you I will stay.

I will join with saints who’ve gone before

In worship around your Throne,

O how I look forward to that blessed time

When Father you bring me home.

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Psalm 119: 103 How sweet are thy words unto my taste!

yea, sweeter than honey to my mouth!

V 114 Thou art my hiding place and my shield:

I hope in thy word.