Post by Zac Loh on Jan 4, 2006 5:36:31 GMT -5
There is a place
A place where work begins to cease
Work is no more
A place where Jesus is face-to-face
Just as John laid his head at His bosom
Jesus is waiting at the center of this garden
This is a garden
There is a bridge, and beyond that bridge
Jesus is waiting at the center of many bright flowers
Approach Him and lay your head on His bosom
You will feel such intense rest
And comfort... and love
He who dwells in the secret place of the Most High
Shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty
[Psalm 91:1]
[/size][/size][/size][/size]A place where work begins to cease
Work is no more
A place where Jesus is face-to-face
Just as John laid his head at His bosom
Jesus is waiting at the center of this garden
This is a garden
There is a bridge, and beyond that bridge
Jesus is waiting at the center of many bright flowers
Approach Him and lay your head on His bosom
You will feel such intense rest
And comfort... and love
He who dwells in the secret place of the Most High
Shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty
[Psalm 91:1]