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Songs All songs copyright Morna J. Higgs, 2003 |
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Simple
Lord take my heart, cut it to the core Spirit reign in me, I want to be like you are It's so simple, it's so simple But I make it so hard
Lord wash my feet, filthy as they are I want to walk beside you and be held in your arms It's so simple, it's so simple But I make it so hard
Take me to the place where I am bowed before your throne Lord, make your will all my desire Make me one with the Son And as I come before you now cleanse me with your blood Cover me and all my sin Bathe me in your flood
It's so simple, it's so simple, it's so simple The beauty of your love |
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I wrote this song first after Glimpse (a worship service in Edmonton) one evening. I then lost it, but remembered the phrase "It's so simple, but I make it so hard." This is the rewrite. I was really wrestling with the whole idea of surrender and allowing God to work in me, and I came to the conclusion that it was me who was making it so difficult for God to work. This was, and continues to be, my prayer. |
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The Father's Song
You are greatly loved with an everlasting love You are greatly loved with an everlasting love
O my child, I sing over you O my child my heart beats for you Come find shelter under my wings I will keep you warm and give you everything You need
For you are greatly loved with an everlasting love You are greatly loved with an everlasting love
O my child please, please come back to me You've wandered so far, won't you please come home Don't you know I have great plans for you Plans of a future and a hope for you
You are greatly loved with an everlasting love You are greatly loved with an everlasting love
I will set your feet upon a rock I will make your footsteps firm Please take my hand, I will lead you I will give you peace in your time of storm |
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I don't recall the circumstances surrounding the writing of this song, but I think it is a good reminder of how God really feels about us. Not being a parent, I can only imagine the love that a mother or father has for their child, but here is my imagining of the love and longing that God has for us, his children. |
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