Sunday, December 8, 2019

The Gift of Tears



Lord what I have come to desire Is a most uncommon gift
I pray to be purged by your fire Your Spirit my hard heart to sift
Surface in me the secret place Where I have hid away
Reveal it all by your great grace And sear my soul I pray

Sharp sudden pains of repentance Are what I desire most.
Lord fortify my remembrance For my iniquities are an unholy host
The holiness found in forgiveness,  The sanctifying pain
Are the beginning of true righteousness Where loss becomes real gain.

The gift of tears, the gift of tears
Your fire cleanses as it sears
And if repentance requires suffering
May my mourning become an offering.
I am no greater than my King.

Lord give the gift of repentance My pride, Lord devastate
Let humility become my sentence as You make the crooked straight
The gift of tears is what I need, for mourning is required
Oh Holy Spirit intercede and purge me with Your refiner’s fire

Cleanse me from besetting sin And forgive me Lord,  I pray
Search and try me without, within- Let this be my judgment day.
Against you alone have I sinned And you alone can forgive
Your kindness  is where it begins So by grace through faith I will live.

The gift of tears, the gift of tears
Your fire cleanses as it sears
And if repentance requires suffering
May my mourning become an offering.
Till sackcloth and ashes yield to wings.

2 Corinthians 7:10; John 16:8; Psalm 51:4; Ephesians 2:8-9
December 7, 2019
Anthony Foster




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