You tell me Trust is a muscle You tell me Growing Is feeling And stretching The heart Of flesh You have Given.
You tell me This contracting Is Your labor Trust in me Sowing Bringing the peace Of Your pacing Your holy awakening In my inhale And exhale.
You remind me It's in the releasing In the yielding To Your will I can experience the fruit And taste The ravenous joy Of living secure Overshadowed By mercy.
You remind me You're not withholding The good But only awakening The best An abundance Of hunger and thirst For righteousness You've planted deep To be quenched in Love everlasting.
You remind me To not cower in shame But in boldness To move To believe My each and every Change of mind Departing the old For the new Is beautiful to You.
For, it's You Who's moved my feet Out of the mire And onto the Rock To shake off the dust And behold Your face For You've Ripped the veil At the Cross Your face in mine Now ever revealing.
Yes, I will willingly Bow my knees To drink the cup Eagerly awaiting Your sovereign completion For, in the breaking Of the bread And this cup of life I now recognize You My Portion and Deliverer The Resurrection and the Life.
Psalm 71:8 My mouth is filled with your praise, declaring your splendor all day long.
Psalm 150:6 Let everything that has breath praise the Lord. Praise the Lord.
Romans 8:14-19 (ESV) 14 For all who are led by the Spirit of God are sons of God. 15 For you did not receive the spirit of slavery to fall back into fear, but you have received the Spirit of adoption as sons, by whom we cry, “Abba! Father!” 16 The Spirit himself bears witness with our spirit that we are children of God, 17 and if children, then heirs—heirs of God and fellow heirs with Christ, provided we suffer with him in order that we may also be glorified with him. 18 For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worth comparing with the glory that is to be revealed to us. 19 For the creation waits with eager longing for the revealing of the sons of God.