Worship From The Threshing Floor Ruth FitzHarris

I love you, Lord, and I lift my voice To worship You, oh my soul rejoice Take joy, my King, in what You hear Let it be a sweet, sweet sound in your ear
’I Love You, Lord’ by Laurie Brendemuehl
(sitting on the floor, nursing my wriggling toddler…)

*singing as the Spirit leads*

Join me in my private time of worship, shared with you.

Join me in my private time of worship, shared with you.

I am guilty Ashamed of what I've done, what I've become These hands are dirty I dare not lift them up to the Holy One You plead my cause, you right my wrongs You break my chains, you overcome You gave your life, to give me mine You say that I am free How can it be? How can it be? I've been hiding Afraid I've let you down Inside I doubt, that you could love me But in your eyes, there's only grace now
HOW CAN IT BE, LAUREN DAIGLE

Join me in my private time of worship, shared with you.