My Story For His Glory
'Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine
O what a foretaste of glory divine
Heir of salvation, purchase of God
Born of His Spirit, washed in His blood
Perfect submission, all is at rest
I in my Savior am happy and blessed
Watching and waiting, looking above
Filled with His goodness, lost in His love
This is my story, this is my song
Praising my Savior all the day long
This is my story, this is my song
Praising my Savior all the day long
Oh what a Savior, wonderful Jesus
Death could not hold You, You are victorious
Praise to the risen King
Death could not hold You, You are victorious
Praise to the risen Kind
Oh what a Savior, wonderful Jesus
Oh what a Savior
Wonderful Savior
'Blessed Assurance', Fanny Crosby, 1873'
If I could tell my story in a song this one would. If I could sing my story, it would be a song of hope just like this one should. The lyrics to my story would tell of a life of submission. How I submitted and He encouraged me and filled me with His goodness. His goodness was just enough to cover all the bad. It was His goodness that lead me from gala to gala, and helped me as I danced across the stage, even when I forgot the steps or threw the sticks. It was His goodness that lead me to a great man and helped me, as I walked hand in hand down the isle with the love of my life, even when I was unlovely. It was His goodness that helped me and transformed me into a mom of three, as I pushed the stroller for my amazing children, even when I wasn't so amazing to them. It was His goodness that helped me and that never left me alone, as I met some of the most interesting people along life's way, even when I was a bore to them. I laughed when times were funny. I cried when times were sad. No, depression never overtook me. No, divorce had no claim on me. Yes, I knew pain when death reached my door at a young age. Yes, I struggled to find the balance between work and family. Yet, even during those times, I knew You. I never took my eyes off of You, Lord. I never doubted You for even one moment. I could see that life was a whole lot of bad news, but that you were good. I always knew that You were there for me, through the struggles of life. It was Your struggle to live and to die for me and You did. But death could not hold You. You did it all for me and now it's our story. Praise to the risen King. It was Your act of love that lead me to You, my Savior. Here I am Lord. This is my story. Blessed assurance. Filled with your goodness. Lost in Your love.
O what a foretaste of glory divine
Heir of salvation, purchase of God
Born of His Spirit, washed in His blood
Perfect submission, all is at rest
I in my Savior am happy and blessed
Watching and waiting, looking above
Filled with His goodness, lost in His love
This is my story, this is my song
Praising my Savior all the day long
This is my story, this is my song
Praising my Savior all the day long
Oh what a Savior, wonderful Jesus
Death could not hold You, You are victorious
Praise to the risen King
Death could not hold You, You are victorious
Praise to the risen Kind
Oh what a Savior, wonderful Jesus
Oh what a Savior
Wonderful Savior
'Blessed Assurance', Fanny Crosby, 1873'
If I could tell my story in a song this one would. If I could sing my story, it would be a song of hope just like this one should. The lyrics to my story would tell of a life of submission. How I submitted and He encouraged me and filled me with His goodness. His goodness was just enough to cover all the bad. It was His goodness that lead me from gala to gala, and helped me as I danced across the stage, even when I forgot the steps or threw the sticks. It was His goodness that lead me to a great man and helped me, as I walked hand in hand down the isle with the love of my life, even when I was unlovely. It was His goodness that helped me and transformed me into a mom of three, as I pushed the stroller for my amazing children, even when I wasn't so amazing to them. It was His goodness that helped me and that never left me alone, as I met some of the most interesting people along life's way, even when I was a bore to them. I laughed when times were funny. I cried when times were sad. No, depression never overtook me. No, divorce had no claim on me. Yes, I knew pain when death reached my door at a young age. Yes, I struggled to find the balance between work and family. Yet, even during those times, I knew You. I never took my eyes off of You, Lord. I never doubted You for even one moment. I could see that life was a whole lot of bad news, but that you were good. I always knew that You were there for me, through the struggles of life. It was Your struggle to live and to die for me and You did. But death could not hold You. You did it all for me and now it's our story. Praise to the risen King. It was Your act of love that lead me to You, my Savior. Here I am Lord. This is my story. Blessed assurance. Filled with your goodness. Lost in Your love.
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