I know life is hard but the Gospel is easy
I know there is pain in this place
There are trials, and struggles, and heartaches
And suffering that we must face.
No matter the challenge, no matter the cost
There is power and victory to be had
So whether you’re drowning or hopeless or lost
Jesus has a grace for that.
Jesus has a grace for that
Jesus has a grace for that
Greater than I thought . . . more than I expected
…everything that I could say
Beyond all I hoped for. . . everything I've needed
… but still I continue to pray.
Satan is crushed by the gospel’s Good News
No matter the strength of the lion that pursues
Greater is He that dwells within me
And so now ours is the victory.
Jesus has a grace for that
Jesus has a grace for that
Greater than I thought . . . more than I expected
…everything that I could say
Beyond all I hoped for. . . everything I've needed
… but still I continue to pray.
Anthony Foster
November 1, 2011
Monday, November 28, 2011
Lifted
I lift up my eyes to fix them on your throne
I lift up my eyes- set my sights on you alone.
You lift up my heart from the depths of the grave
You lift up my heart for you are mighty to save.
I lift up my hands so ready to believe
I lift up my hands reaching out to receive
You lift up my soul, on the rock set my feet
You lift up my soul from depths of defeat
I lift my eyes to the hills there where my help comes from
I lift my eyes to the hills there where my help comes from
I lift up my hands and release all my plans
To receive the best blessings of all
I lift up my hands and lay down my demands
As on your great name I call.
For I am so needy to be like a child
Protected and nurtured and no more beguiled
So I lift my hands to receive and to give
The praise that is due you while yet I still live.
I lift my eyes to the hills there where my help comes from
I lift my eyes to the hills there where my help comes from
Anthony Foster
November 28, 2011
I lift up my eyes- set my sights on you alone.
You lift up my heart from the depths of the grave
You lift up my heart for you are mighty to save.
I lift up my hands so ready to believe
I lift up my hands reaching out to receive
You lift up my soul, on the rock set my feet
You lift up my soul from depths of defeat
I lift my eyes to the hills there where my help comes from
I lift my eyes to the hills there where my help comes from
I lift up my hands and release all my plans
To receive the best blessings of all
I lift up my hands and lay down my demands
As on your great name I call.
For I am so needy to be like a child
Protected and nurtured and no more beguiled
So I lift my hands to receive and to give
The praise that is due you while yet I still live.
I lift my eyes to the hills there where my help comes from
I lift my eyes to the hills there where my help comes from
Anthony Foster
November 28, 2011
Crush the Serpent's Skull
Redux on some lyrics, in a new context...
The bruising of his heel has crushed the serpent’s skull
And all that will be left is and empty voided hull
The power of the cursed one will then at last be null
The power of the cursed one will then at last be null
We will take the bread
and we will drink the cup
And it will be our sustinance
so we shall drink it up
So eat his body drink his blood
From the slaughtered lamb that stood.
This living holy water pours
And so the victory is ours.
And so the victory is ours.
The bruising of his heel has crushed the serpent’s skull
And all that will be left is and empty voided hull
The power of the cursed one will then at last be null
The power of the cursed one will then at last be null
In simple profound gratitude
This blessing we receive
The very blood and life of Christ
Is ours if we believe
This mortal vail is shattered
And now death becomes the means
Unto the end of life itself
Much more than it may seem
This act of warfare on the principalities.
The bruising of his heel has crushed the serpent’s skull
And all that will be left is and empty voided hull
The power of the cursed one will then at last be null
The power of the cursed one will then at last be null
Anthony Foster
October 1, 2011
The bruising of his heel has crushed the serpent’s skull
And all that will be left is and empty voided hull
The power of the cursed one will then at last be null
The power of the cursed one will then at last be null
We will take the bread
and we will drink the cup
And it will be our sustinance
so we shall drink it up
So eat his body drink his blood
From the slaughtered lamb that stood.
This living holy water pours
And so the victory is ours.
And so the victory is ours.
The bruising of his heel has crushed the serpent’s skull
And all that will be left is and empty voided hull
The power of the cursed one will then at last be null
The power of the cursed one will then at last be null
In simple profound gratitude
This blessing we receive
The very blood and life of Christ
Is ours if we believe
This mortal vail is shattered
And now death becomes the means
Unto the end of life itself
Much more than it may seem
This act of warfare on the principalities.
The bruising of his heel has crushed the serpent’s skull
And all that will be left is and empty voided hull
The power of the cursed one will then at last be null
The power of the cursed one will then at last be null
Anthony Foster
October 1, 2011
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