Through You the mute will sing
Through You the dead will rise
Through You all hearts will praise
Through You the darkness flees
Through You my heart screams I am free
I am free to run
I am free to dance
I am free to live for You
I am free
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I have been sickly lately. Got hit by one of those viruses. Am going to be staying off mamak, or more specifically cheese naan (urrggh...the thought of it still makes me nauseas). Have been vomiting for the past 4 days. That bit kinda sucks.
But it's been a good...ermm..how should i say....hiatus?
A gap.
A gap in my time frame, i forgot what day it is today cos i've been in bed the past four days. Have been talking to God because, really there's nothing much to do when one is sick and has no energy. TV doesn't provide any entertainment or comfort, couldn't read much, can't type, so i talk to God. And i do appreciate the time.
And i appreciate my papa: He sat by me and prayed for me and read the Word to me, told me it'll be okay, that it'll be over soon, took food and meds up to my room and downstairs constantly, took care of me, even though he was tired. I love my papa.
So i thank God for this time of being sick. I haven't been sick in a long time, and i haven't been this sick ever. Nie's right, the hols HAVE been very happening for me. :)
Above all, i thank the Lord for making me well again. Only by the blood of Jesus.
What can wash away my sin?
Nothing but the blood of Jesus;
What can make me whole again?
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
Oh! precious is the flow
That makes me white as snow;
No other fount I know,
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
For my pardon, this I see,
Nothing but the blood of Jesus;
For my cleansing this my plea,
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
Oh! precious is the flow
That makes me white as snow;
No other fount I know,
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
Nothing can for sin atone,
Nothing but the blood of Jesus;
Naught of good that I have done,
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
Oh! precious is the flow
That makes me white as snow;
No other fount I know,
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
This is all my hope and peace,
Nothing but the blood of Jesus;
This is all my righteousness,
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
Oh! precious is the flow
That makes me white as snow;
No other fount I know,
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
Now by this I’ll overcome—
Nothing but the blood of Jesus,
Now by this I’ll reach my home—
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
Oh! precious is the flow
That makes me white as snow;
No other fount I know,
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
Glory! Glory! This I sing—
Nothing but the blood of Jesus,
All my praise for this I bring—
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
That makes me white as snow;
No other fount I know,
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
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