Our hearts by nature barren, dry, and dead
As dunes are blown by winds, unable to rest;
Are anguished and sad, filled with dread,
Unable to stand in the smallest test.
Our hearts by grace are pulsing with life,
Planted with His Spirit , hope do hold
Of victory in the midst of trial and strife,
In life’s trials and storms able to be bold.
By: Deane Wassink
Our hearts by grace are pulsing with life,
Planted with His Spirit, hope do hold
Of victory in the midst of trial and strife,
In life’s trials and storms able to behold.
By: Deane Wassink