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Saviour King

A song (from Hillsong United) that we sang in one December carol service, which has suddenly come back into my head...

Let now the weak say I have strength
By the Spirit of power that raised Christ from the dead
Let now the poor stand and confess
That my portion is Him - and I'm more than blessed

Let now our hearts burn with a flame
A fire consuming all for Your Son's holy Name
And with the heavens we declare
You are our King

We love You, Lord - we worship You
You are our God - You alone are good
You asked your Son to carry this
The heavy cross - our weight of sin

Let now the church shine as Your bride
That You saw in Your heart, as You offered up Your life
Let now the lost be welcomed home
By the saved and redeemed - those adopted as Your own

Let now our hearts burn with a flame
A fire consuming all for Your Son's holy Name
And with the heavens we declare
You are our King

We love You, Lord - we worship You
Hope which was lost now stands renewed
I give my life to honour this
The love of Christ - My Saviour King

Book quote #3 in a series - prompted because I have just eaten a portion of apple crumble, and am about to go make cocoa:

"By the time Inigo and I had finished our cheese sandwiches at lunchtime, I was starting to panic about keeping the house warm and giving our guests such terminally dull food. We would be considered one of those ghastly families that invited people to stay then watched them slowly freeze to death over the fruit salad - and who wanted fruit salad in this weather? We needed hot food - apple crumble and cocoa, I thought. I was about to bolt upstairs and put extra rugs in the guest rooms when the snow started to fall: great, powdery flakes that had covered the window sill in the drawing room within minutes."

~Eva Rice, The Lost Art of Keeping Secrets

"It is the very nature of language to form rather than inform. When language is personal, which it is at its best, it reveals and revelation is always formative - we don't know more, we become more. Our best users of language, poets and lovers and children and saints, use words to make - make intimacies, make character, make beauty, make goodness, make truth."

~Eugene Peterson, Eat This Book

"[Alice] listens to the rain hammering on the roof of the tent. Chucking down; raining stair-rods. Presumably the Celts had their own colloquialisms for bad weather. She thinks about all the language that should hang in the air up here, centuries of it, the reverberations of a million exchanges about love and war, birth and death, and what to have for supper."

~Penelope Lively, Making It Up