Think about His love
Think about His goodness
Think about His grace
That's brought us through
For as high as the heavens above
So great is the measure of our Father's love.
How could I forget His love?
And how could I forget His mercy?
HE satisfies my desires.
I lay in bed realising that all the vain things that charm me most are but dross in the light of knowing Christ and Him crucified. His is a treasure that neither moth nor rust can destroy.