As I sit and marvel
Blessed beyond belief
I’m truly thankful for all You’ve done
What with all the madness, several signs of sadness
Blessed we’re able to bring back to The One
Handle all He cares for
In truth it’s everything
This one comes and that one goes
In His time all lives sing
It’s hard where we’re finite
We don’t know what gifts we bring
We think we’re near it, can’t quite hear it
Heaven hears all of us sing
Handle all He cares for
In truth it’s everything
This one comes and that one goes
In His time all lives sing
Handle all He cares for
In truth it’s everything
This one comes and that one goes
In His time all lives sing.
1 Corinthians 7:7
I wish that all of you were as I am. But each of you has your own gift from God; one has this gift, another has that.
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