JESUS

"Here is my Servant whom I uphold, my chosen one in whom I delight. I have put my spirit upon Him, and He will bring justice to the nations." - Isaiah 42:1

Whose face as lovely as His,
Sweet calm, gentle bliss,
Turbulent waves are appeased
Raging wind, He turns to breeze.

Jesus, what a wonderful name,
Powerful than gold, scepter or fame;
That at His Name all knees shall bend,
All praises for Him is without end.

His teachings brilliant as the stars
Guiding our way, near or far;
His words break arrows, arms and spears
Binding us as one, freeing as from all our fears.

He heals all wounds and pains
Soothing us with His grace that never wanes;
His Mercy is like spring that never runs dry,
For he who believes in Him will live and never die.

Through Him, with Him, In Him…
All we sing together, "Amen."
All His enemies are cast down and have fallen,
For His kingship rules supreme and never be shaken.

His love immensely beautiful and life-giving,
Jesus, our Savior who's right there since the beginning.

Date written: July 16, 2012

Date presented: August 10, 2012

by:Elena Maria Mana-ay Parcon ©2012

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