Rebecca Lee

While taking this all to heart, you feel a little hand grab your finger. You look back down at the child and say with the little breath you have left, “Welcome to this world, baby Jesus.”

But I’m back here on my knees
Dragging these blistered feet
Hoping that I might meet the hem of my Saviors
robe

But take the camera of Your love
And show me all the shots
Of the beauty of Your masterpiece
In every single heart

You are the atoms that make up a life form
You are the blood that runs through my veins
You are the beauty displayed through the butterfly
You are the almighty power that saves

Oh my King, how I am willing
Take this hardened heart to mold

I will go running
Back into my Father’s arms
Where You have been waiting
With Your Son’s sin covered scars

Composer of the world
Director of humanity and all things that have life and are still

You are Coming, in the winds that travel all the Earth
The Ancient Power that gave life to man out of dirt

That by His wounds we are healed,
By His blood we are forgiven,
And by His death
We have been reborn.

Have you ever been to the sanctuary?
Where tears are the only words I speak.
Where the essence of love is like incense. . .

You embrace my heart and let Your brilliant light shine
As I sing praises to Your Holy Name
I will dance in the embrace of Your all-powerful reign

There is a child that cries out into the dark of night
Calling all the lost and hopeless to His side. . .

With His arms outstretched upon a tree,
He breathed His last breath and thought of me. . .

You make my heart take flight and let my dreams soar. You let me spin and dance on the glittering stars. I hear You whisper to me. Your breath is like a raging fire of hope. . .

I will take refuge in Your wings. . .

Patience is a virtue they say, and they don’t lie, but hope is the beat of our hearts that keeps us hanging on.

My little star
I see you far
On the horizon
You’re sweeping the moon
With your light
And I think it’s too soon
Tonight

The world will sing the chorus
As life conducts the song.

I hold air between my hands
The more I try to grasp it the more it slips away

Let your hearts be like the stones that they may be washed over with the blood of our Savior, that He may refine them into a shining gem.