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Poetry/Songs That Are Written For The Lord Of Hosts



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Sat Mar 11, 2023 1:10 pm
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Dossereana says...



I'll be posting lots of song/poetry that are for my Lord here, for I have been feeling like I should do this for awhile, since this is some of the poetry/songs that I haven't been sharing with YWS, also watch out for I may sing my worship songs and post the recording here as well. :)

Lord you are my strength and my light,
you give me courage
and even when I can't see you
you are always there for me.
Oh you just have to wait, and peace will come to you!
  





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Thu Mar 16, 2023 2:57 am
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I know that even when I am in pain
Lord you lift me up
and you tell me that I am yours
Oh you just have to wait, and peace will come to you!
  





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Fri Mar 24, 2023 8:52 am
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I call on your name Lord
and I ask for you to come into this place
and show me mercy and grace
Oh you just have to wait, and peace will come to you!
  





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Mon Mar 27, 2023 1:15 am
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When I'm alone
Lord I know your there
you lift me up
to the places that are unreachable without you
you are my strength and my healer
you deliver me from pain
you show me mercy and grace
even when I don't deserve it
your always there
and your always good to me!

Note: Stady tuned there might be a recording for this! and I might expand it so it has more lines.
Oh you just have to wait, and peace will come to you!
  








It had a perfectly round door like a porthole, painted green, with a shiny yellow brass knob in the exact middle. The door opened on to a tube-shaped hall like a tunnel: a very comfortable tunnel without smoke, with panelled walls, and floors tiled and carpeted, provided with polished chairs, and lots and lots of pegs for hats and coats—the hobbit was fond of visitors. The tunnel wound on and on, going fairly but not quite straight into the side of the hill —The Hill, as all the people for many miles round called it—and many little round doors opened out of it, first on one side and then on another.
— JRR Tolkien