
Rising, falling,
Gliding, flying.
Mantled in whispers of cloud,
little white dove blissfully endowed.
Advent is the season
Leading up to Christmas—
Jesus was born of Mary
In a stable far from here.
My heart’s weighed down by the path mankind has chosen
And I
know the day is nearing when God will take us home…
When I see
sons rise up against their fathers,
And brothers rise up against
another,
I realise the ancient prophecies have finally come to
pass.
My heart reaches out
With a passion for your love…
Your
love flows through me
Like a river going home…
I stand in
awe
At your loveliness
And lift my hands
To praise
your name.
Words of truth, words so pure,
Gentle words in sweetest
song
Kindest thoughts that touch the heart,
A strong desire
to seek his will.
Norm, you are my Valentine
Only you can touch my heart
Reminding me of all you do
My love and my soul mate
Always and forever
No one can take your place.
It’s hard to find a friend like you—
Someone mighty special.
We’ve laughed and cried together,
and prayed some special prayers.
Beaten and humiliated,
They led my Lord away
To the mount
of death—
He was nailed and hung
On a wooden cross—
Naked and shamed
Like a common thief.
The wonder of your love
The comfort of your love
The
breadth of your love
I stand in awe and know that you are
here.
I heard the Words of Jesus say,
‘Come unto Me.’
I heard
the Words of Jesus say,
‘I will give you rest.’
My soul is overwhelmed
With a desire I’ll try to describe
Within me now there’s a higher realm;
A realm of glory that
will abide.
Here am I, my dearest friend,
All that I am is yours-
Praise God, He gave you to me,
Praise God, He gave me to you;
You are my love, my Valentine.