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Teach me, O Lord, in your ordinary ways
Give to me your daily grace
Your slow and steady hand of guidance
Carefully adjusts my everyday progress
Nothing flashy
Nothing false
Simply ordinary and true
And the gift of your love each day, renew
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With all of my heart and pieces of being
I cry praise before an angel mob.
Your unending truth and relentless love
buckle my legs beneath the weight
of Your Name.
One day all will fall as I have fallen
and exalt all of His ways.
They will fall and lift heart
to the One on high, and forever
give Him praise!
Though on high is He and King of creation,
he bends to heal the heart of a peasant.
From a distance my God knows
the prideful heart,
cold,
full of resentment.
How fearful the road and full of danger,
anger
from those who mock the King.
Yet His purpose will pass by His always love,
and a firm grasp of the right hand of rescuing.
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cold bright morning
though moments with the Father
warming the soul
melt Icy heart
with his peace and care
never apart from him
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