i sometimes feel like i go through life in this haze of semi-consciousness... The fog fills my head, and numbs my soul. A song we sang for Pascha, a good word my friend Troy pointed out, that always makes me contemplative woke deep fibers with me:
Arise my soul, arise, Shake off thy guilty fears
The bleeding sacrifice in my behalf appears
Before the throne he stands
My name is written on His hands
Arise, Arise, Arise my soul, arise
Arise, Arise, Shake off thy guilty fears and rise
Arise, my soul, arise
He ever lives above for me to intercede
His all redeeming love, His precious blood to plead
His blood atoned for every race
And sprinkles now the throne of grace
Five bleeding wounds He bears, received on Calvary
They pour effectual prayers, they strongly plead for me
Forgive her, oh forgive, they cry
Nor let that ransomed sinner die
My God is reconciled; His pardoning voice I hear
He owns me for His child; I can no longer fear
With confidence I now draw nigh
And Father, Abba Father, cry
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