Introducing Zachary Tucker, my 16 year old grandson. He is in Kenya with his other grandmother, Carol, who is working with a christian missionary group. He will be there for two weeks. Some of the time he will be working with children at a camp. He may get to go on a safari. Zachary is a very sweet, easy going boy who has delighted and amused us his entire life. I pray that this trip with be of great benefit to him. That the Lord will give him a spirit of wisdom and revelation in the knowledge of Him, that the eyes of his heart will be opened to see the hope of his calling and his inheritance in the saints! Have a wonderful time Zach, and watch out for stampeeding elephants! Come home safely We love you!
Sunday, August 12, 2007
I Love You Lord: a song
I love you Lord but with no love of mine,
For I have none to give.
I love you Lord but all the love is thine,
For by your love I live.
I am as nothing and rejoice to be
Emptied and lost and swallowed up in thee.
I am as nothing and rejoice to be,
Emptied and lost and swallowed up in thee.
You Lord alone are all your children need,
And there is none besides.
In you the streams of blessedness proceed,
In you the blessed abide
Fountain of life and all abounding grace,
Our source, our center and our dwelling place.
Fountain of life and all abounding grace,
Our source, our center and our dwelling place.
A poem by Madame Guyon that has been given a tune by some saints. It runs through my heart and mind on a steady basis, like a river.
For I have none to give.
I love you Lord but all the love is thine,
For by your love I live.
I am as nothing and rejoice to be
Emptied and lost and swallowed up in thee.
I am as nothing and rejoice to be,
Emptied and lost and swallowed up in thee.
You Lord alone are all your children need,
And there is none besides.
In you the streams of blessedness proceed,
In you the blessed abide
Fountain of life and all abounding grace,
Our source, our center and our dwelling place.
Fountain of life and all abounding grace,
Our source, our center and our dwelling place.
A poem by Madame Guyon that has been given a tune by some saints. It runs through my heart and mind on a steady basis, like a river.
Sunday, August 05, 2007
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