Measures of Faith
Freedom in infinite latitude of grace
Answering questions life cannot face
Inspiring a victor's heart in salvation's race
Templed in the love of Christ, the joy to taste
Heaven as bread, and earn it as place.
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Measure to me all
The landscape of broken will
Indwell finite space
To endure the night
In raptures claiming presence
Of eternal day
Passing through darkness
With soul untainted, flawed light
Imaging glory
I hold with hands firm
Beyond the brim of eyes span
The great coming, here!
I behold in grime
Figures of hate, bruised and bare
Loving enemies
Earth is illusion
The kingdom is veiled by love
Absent from the heart
O Master, bless me
When night has no moon or stars
To walk in this light
To soar above fear
Treat a pauper like a prince
And sing to the cross
What I see transforms
Daylight is a prayer new
Night a song of praise
It is a gift rare
For opened hearts, and bowed wills
And love of the king.
In pain there is joy
If love's purpose tells sweet gain
So still I remain.
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