If the supernatural seems a little out there, maybe there's a thing or two somebody
ought to say to you. This same God who spared an instant listening to my cries,
opening my disembodied eyes, yonder where the Spirit never dies said to paddle
it in, son.
You're too far out.
Don't get too far out. You win some, you lose some. And you can live without.
Then your life winds out. Are you in or out?
Thank
You, Jesus. Abba, Father. All things are possible with You.
If
the weight of something's got you buckled under, maybe there's a love above. One
you know the story of. This same God whose every feature's chiseled into your
face. Fountain of a boundless grace. One who has the final say said to paddle
it in, son.
You're too far out.
Don't get too far out. You win some, you lose some. And you can live without.
Then your life winds out. Are you in or out? Thank You, Jesus. Abba, Father. All
things are possible with You.
Thank
You, Jesus. Abba, Father. All things are possible with You.
