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| Kings and Kingdoms all pass away nothing on earth endures, but the Love of God who sent His Son is Forever and Ever Yours. |
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| I'm sitting here filled with wonder At the amazing things You do How the waters stay in the oceans And the vast beauty of the view How the stars are hung in the sky Within them is written Your word How we are the following sheep And You are the only Shepherd How the sky is painted with color Bursts of orange in the sunset glow How much knowledge it took to make And how little us humans know How intricately You planned it There was nothing You left untaught From the delicacy of a baby To all the sins of ours You bought There's no other love that's out there As deep and as faithful and true No other comfort to be found Because nothing compares to You Nothing compares to Your miracles Or the listening time You spend How You always take good care of us And our broken hearts that You mend To us, our problems like mountains To You, they're no problem at all You're ever so watchful and there To help catch us, when we do fall I'm just sitting here filled with wonder At the awesome things that You do At being our Lord and Savior Because nothing compares to You! |
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| Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings; Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth Of sun-split clouds, and done a hundred things You have not dreamed of, wheeled and soared and swung High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there, I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung My eager craft through footless halls of air. Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace Where never lark, or even eagle flew - And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod The high untrespassed sanctity of space, Put out my hand and touched the face of God. John Gillespie Magee, Jr. |
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| Lord, guard and guide the men who fly Through the great spaces in the sky. Be with them always in the air, In darkening storms or sunlight fair; Oh, hear us when we lift our prayer, For those in peril in the air! |
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| To fall in love with God is the greatest of all romances; to seek Him, the greatest adventure; to find Him, The greatest human achievement. |
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| Amazing Grace by Mantovani Orchestra |
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