Unto me, who am less than the least of all saints, is this grace given, that I should preach among the Gentiles the unsearchable riches of Christ;…… That he would grant you, according to the riches of his glory, to be strengthened with might by his Spirit in the inner man; That Christ may dwell in your hearts by faith; that ye, being rooted and grounded in love,May be able to comprehend with all saints what is the breadth, and length, and depth, and height; And to know the love of Christ, which passeth knowledge, that ye might be filled with all the fulness of God Ephesians 3:8,16-19
A Thanksgiving Day Song
by Effie Darlene Barba
As I look back over all my years
Amazing Joy or sometimes tears
Each winding road, an Act of Grace
That I might seek Your Glorious Face
And as my life draws nearer to You
I came to know Your words were True
Those Words that drew me near your heart
And bid me stay and ne’er depart
CHORUS:
Oh let my joy then ever be
A song of Grace that sets men free
From all the chains that tightly bind
Or foolish pride that makes hearts blind
Thanksgiving would be greater still
Each day conformed unto Your will
A truly thankful heart be mine
When Humbly filled with Joy Divine
II
How foolish I at times have been
My faltering steps and wretched sin
I searched this world in hopes to find
A love so true, so sweet and kind
I did not see the tears You shed
Or consider that for me You bled
No greater treasure could ere be mine
As Your beloved, our hearts entwined
CHORUS:
Oh let my joy then ever be
A song of Grace that sets men free
From all the chains that tightly bind
Or foolish pride that makes hearts blind
Thanksgiving would be greater still
Each day conformed unto Your will
A truly thankful heart be mine
When Humbly filled with Joy Divine
III
Lord, hold me tight within Your arms
Tis there I’m safe from all life’s harms
My head pressed firm upon Your chest
For just a moment let me rest
And let me gaze at Your Sweet smile
As on we walk each winding mile
My dearest love, You are my King
It is for You I must now sing
CHORUS:
Oh let my joy then ever be
A song of Grace that sets men free
From all the chains that tightly bind
Or foolish pride that makes hearts blind
Thanksgiving would be greater still
Each day conformed unto Your will
A truly thankful heart be mine
When Humbly filled with Joy Divine
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[tweetthis]Lord, make me the Thanks giving gift of Joy to those whom I meet today.[/tweetthis]
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When I remember the depth of my own frailties, the magnitude of Grace I have received from God; then, I become the willing gift to be poured out for others.