Mounting up
On wings of grace
I feel a second wind
Lifting me up
I’m in hot pursuit
Of reaching the finishing line
Victory awaits
The battle is great
But the reward is greater
Rested
I relentlessly press on
Until I finish my race
Strong
Mounting up
On wings of grace
I feel a second wind
Lifting me up
I’m in hot pursuit
Of reaching the finishing line
Victory awaits
The battle is great
But the reward is greater
Rested
I relentlessly press on
Until I finish my race
Strong
To explore the greatest heights
And not explore yourself
Is to plummet into a void
And touch the greatest depths
The soul of man is empty
Without the One who made it
Only He can see inside
And rescue what is lost
My first breath of prayer
Early in the morning
Waking up to life
Looking out at
Your abundance
All Your riches
Given to me
Extravagant creation
Swirls around me
In waves of glory
The sounds
Colours
Fragrance
The thoughts of
You
How beautiful You are
Pages and volumes
Letter and words
Filling books
All seem so little
When I think of
How great You are
Praise fills my heart
Wonder gives birth
Like a new born baby
And I am alive
There is only One
Who is perfect
And until He comes
Everything is partial
So my hope is
That one day
I will see Him
Face to face
But till then
I know
Love remains
While Love has no limit
There is a limit in me
To know fully
As I’m fully known
Yet within this limit
I am fully loved
While knowing there is more