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I melt in your peace

Sweet Jesus, the more I seek you, the more I find you. The more I find you, the more I love you. I want to sit at your feet, drink from the cup in your hand, lay back against you and breathe, feel your heart beat. This love is so deep, it's more than I can stand, I melt in your peace it's overwhelming. Your love is overwhelming me.

My Lord, in all things, we know that we are more than conquerors. You keep us by your love. You keep us by your love. How high, how wide, no matter where I am, healing is in your hands. How deep, how strong, now by your grace I stand. Healing is in your hands.

Wonderful Savior, I know that you are for me. I know that you will never forsake me in my weakness. I know that you have come now even if to write upon my heart to remind me who you are. You fill me. You see me. You know my every move and you love for me to sing to you.

Majestic King, I want to sit at your feet, drink from the cup in your hand, lay back against you and breathe, feel your heart beat. This love is so deep, it's more than I can stand, I melt in your peace.


Even in a foreign land, I know and feel my Lord's love for me. It's truly overwhelming. This earthly body is lonely and desolate, but this spirit within is yearning for my King, my Father who loves me unconditionally and fills me completely. He, my Savior and my Lord, never leaves me or forsakes me. Nothing can separate the love he has for me, his precious daughter. He moves me, he shakes me, he never ever leaves me. I'm consumed with his love and his presence.

He overwhelms me--his small and humbled child running the race for His kingdom.

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