This is not my normal kind of post. I’m spending a lot of time at the hospital with my friend who is fighting for her life. Amid the struggle there is another battle going on – it is conflict in my own heart. There is nothing more difficult than believing that God is good while sitting with my friend while she is suffering. I am unable to make her comfortable. I have no power on my own to help her recover.
And so, amid the raging war in my own heart, I am trying to sing this song – believing in His mercy flowing through that hospital room. I am of no help to my sweet friend this morning if my heart is not tightly bound to His. Let healing come by the lips of praying believers singing His loud praises. amen.
“Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing”
Come Thou Fount of every blessing
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above.
Praise the mount! I’m fixed upon it,
Mount of God’s unchanging love.
Here I raise my Ebenezer;
Hither by Thy help I’m come;
And I hope, by Thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed His precious blood.
O to grace how great a debtor
Daily I’m constrained to be!
Let that grace now like a fetter,
Bind my wandering heart to Thee.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
Prone to leave the God I love;
Here’s my heart, O take and seal it,
Seal it for Thy courts above.
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