You are the hand that catches my fall
You are the friend that answers my call
You are my day, You are my night
You are my love and all of my life
You are the love I need
You are the air I breathe
You are my love my life always forever
I would lay down my life
Just to be by Your side
You are my love my life always forever
You are the grace that covers my sin
You’re everything the beginning and end
You have my soul, my heart and my mind
You have my love and all of my life
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, forever
You are the friend that answers my call
You are my day, You are my night
You are my love and all of my life
You are the love I need
You are the air I breathe
You are my love my life always forever
I would lay down my life
Just to be by Your side
You are my love my life always forever
You are the grace that covers my sin
You’re everything the beginning and end
You have my soul, my heart and my mind
You have my love and all of my life
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, forever
Last night, I was hanging out with some of my girl friends, and three of them both recently got boyfriends/are headed that way. They were all talking about their guys and comparing sweet texts. It was kind of hard, because I want to wake up to a text in the morning telling me that I am beautiful, but God really tugged at my heart later when I was praying about it. On the wall that faces my bed, I have a canvas one of my friends painted with Psalm 45:11 - "The King is enthralled by your beauty; honor Him, for He is your Lord." Is there anything more clear? That's what I wake up in the morning to, and I am going to start taking notice of it.
Also, my friend Molly and I spent time together talking about this because she was where I am last year. It's so neat how God puts those people in your life, that you are exactly like but a step behind. She said something that really stuck out to me - "God has been faithful and given me the desires of my heart because He is the desire of my heart." Wow. I want that for my life.
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