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Isaiah 61

Isaiah 61 verses 1,2, & 3
The Spirit of the Lord God is upon me; because the Lord hath anointed me to preach good tidings unto the meek; he hath sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim liberty to the captives, and the opening of the prison to them that are bound;

 To proclaim the acceptable year of the Lord, and the day of vengeance of our God; to comfort all that mourn;
 To appoint unto them that mourn in Zion, to give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness; that they might be called trees of righteousness, the planting of the Lord, that he might be glorified.


Words Inspired by Isaiah 61

I've climbed mountains and I've walked through valleys

I've fallen into pits and gotten lost in caves
But no matter how bad it gets or how far I've gone astray
Just in the nick of time Jesus saves

His hand guides me back to the path I left
The light of His love lights my way
He walks on the water in the midst of my storm
And when I listen I can hear Him say

Be still and know that I am God
I am God
I am God
Be still and know I am God

When the ashes of my burnt pride cover me
He gives me beauty
When waves of mourning wash over me
The oil of joy soothes me greatly

And when the spirit of heaviness weighs down my mind
He swaddles me in a garment of praise
He saves me over and over again
So many times, so many different ways

Thank you Lord for your saving grace
For your keeping power I give thanks
Thanks for coming to my secret place

And no matter how stubborn I can be
Thank you for not giving up on me
Though people all around me fail
I know through you good will prevail.

You always know whats best for me
You're the roots to my tree
The branches, the fruit, it's all you
For nothing without you I can do

I love you Lord more than words can say
Thank you 
Thank you for keeping me in this way

6/2/15

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