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Written by C. Berryman
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How precious to me
Is the morning light
After the lonely dreams
Of a faithless night.
My dreams to me
Seem so real
What I think
And how I feel.
Once again
I fall prey
To what the old voices
Have to say.
Pharaoh’s whip
Drives me on
In the land of bondage
He demands a song.
My dreams depend
On what I hear
The things I see
That bring me fear.
Reject, failure,
Face the facts
Your true value
Depends on your acts.
Again I cry out
In the dark of my night
Father please help me
Give me sight.
Time and again
You break my night
With the beauty
Of Resurrection Light.
Waking I hear you
Reminding me
Pharaoh lies drowned
Beneath the sea.
You set me free
By the word of truth
The scars You bear
Give me proof.
You were rejected
So I could be
Loved and accepted
For eternity
“It Is Finished”
Like a banner flies
Dismissing the devil
With all his lies.
You gather me up
And draw me near
With perfect love
You cast out fear.
How precious is
The darkened way
That leads me to
The light of day
What would rest be
Without the fight
Or the breaking of day
Without the night.
No feeble dawn
Awaits me there
Where in glory and power
You appear.
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Last Updated ( Friday, 25 January 2008 )
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