~ An Hour With
In my Fathers house
mansions; if it
were not so I would have
I go to prepare a place
you. And if I go and
prepare a place for you
I will come again, and
receive you unto
that where I am you may be
I just want to embrace you my
I will stop by and visit you today:
Remember the thorns, Oh such pain
My precious child, I love you just the same.
They spit into my blood stained face
For a drink I was given gall
The stripes I took upon my back,
It was for your healing I died for all.
Do you need some doors to open?
Tell of My love and whisper a prayer
Each time you find that quiet place,
The Father is near with His love and grace.
Just know my child the hour is late
You need to rest in Me awhile and wait.
Lift up your heart to Me and I will fill,
All I ask for you today, just "Be Still."
Your spiritual home has many rooms
An invitation I'm sending please enter in
Prepare your heart and come up higher,
Much joy prepared, many treasures to win.
I gave my best my all for you
I've been there and guided you through,
All I want for you is the very best,
Someday soon you will find that sweet rest.
©2005 Bernice Ward
Music: "Giver, the Great I Am"
Composed And Performed By:
Copyright © September 2003
Used With Permission