And he walks with me and he talks to me & he tells me I am his own. I’m behind in my hymns because I endured 20 ICD strikes in an hour. I sang Amazing Grace over and over. The folks at University Hospital in Augusta have been fantastic. I covet your prayers for healing.
My name is Judy Smith. I am Skip’s wife. As you know Skip was very sick. Skip left us and went to heaven Monday June 11. Our family is broken and devastated. I know how much he enjoyed tweeting hymns. He had many favorites. Thank you for your prayers as we try to carry on.
Evening and morning, sunset and dawning,
Wealth, peace and gladness, comfort in sadness,
These are Thy works; all the glory be Thine!
Times without number, awake or in slumber,
Thine eye observes us, from danger preserves us,
Causing Thy mercy upon us to shine.
What can wash away my sin?
Nothing but the blood of Jesus;
What can make me whole again?
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
Oh! precious is the flow
That makes me white as snow;
No other fount I know,
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty!
Early in the morning our song shall rise to Thee;
Holy, holy, holy, merciful and mighty!
God in three Persons, blessèd Trinity!
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Give me love in my heart, keep me serving
Give me love in my heart, I pray
Give me love in my heart, keep me serving
Keep me serving till the break of day.
Sing hosanna, sing hosanna,
Sing hosanna to the Servant King.
I've got a mansion just over the hilltop,
In that bright land where we'll never grow old;
And some day yonder we'll never more wander,
But walk on streets that are purest gold.
@BiscuitsGA Rode out to my favorite strawberry patch only to find the farmer didn’t plant this year. Could not find laborers. Migrants can’t locate the “big, beautiful door” in the wall. Locals not interested.
Fill my cup, Lord;
I lift it up Lord;
Come and quench this thirsting of my soul.
Bread of Heaven, feed me till I want no more.
Fill my cup, fill it up and make me whole.
Surely the presence of the Lord is in this place
I can feel His mighty power and His grace
I can hear the brush of angel’s wings
I see glory on each face
Surely the presence of the Lord is in this place.