The Promised Land

Wednesday, 06 June 2007 18:06

Who could describe this place?
Heavenly landscape full of fruits,
spilled oil, ripe harvest,
and my hand in yours and hold the plow.

My eyes are watching what is seen by faith,
my heart reaches the gates of your grace,
I know that you are sowing the Promised Land
you are sowing in the me, you are sowing in me.

My heart has seen the mountains and hills
thousand souls converted, a thousand dreams achieved,
my mind perceives the beautiful melody
perfume that rises from your wisdom
And I want to conquer the promised land!
You put her on me, You the sow in me.

At night I longed to be that daring spy
brave and risky than it takes to
Wish more land, the rich, abundant,
that distills the honey, milk, thousand fruit trees!

And he's planted in me, is planted in me,
for holding it for the snatch,
to give it to you in offering pleasant
multiplied and magnified thy name childbearing.

Yours is the field, yours is the power,
Who could realize what lies ahead?
overflowing abundance and sheaves,
Who takes risks, who gains
and pleasing to his Creator, bringing souls?

Have mercy on me, do not leave me sterile,
give me live to glorify,
grant me be giving thanks
with facts, ... and not just words.

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