R58,50
Size: A5
Before the world begun, we were on Your mind, and every tear I cried is precious in Your eyes. nothing I can do can make you love me more.
I come to You my Father, Elohim, though my gift is small. Broken hearts, broken lives, You will take them all.
I’m coming close to You Lord, to the place where I can feel Your breath. I know I will never be the same. You have come to heal the humble and the broken.
Though the darkness may oppress me, though the storm is all around, still the sunlight of Your glory burns away the gathering clouds.
I come to You my King
