My children know that I Am singing over you mercy, grace and favor to,
Look to the hills from where your help comes,
For truly I Am your atmosphere and Zion,
Seek me out while I may be found,
Simple Thanksgiving and Praise is the sound,
That turns my face of mercy, grace and favor towards you,
As I hear your worship I will abide with you,
Come taste the fruit from My Eternal Tree,
Living and bearing for you from me,
I alone Am your sustainer and breath of Life,
Come to My well of sacrifice,
Here I Am waiting for you,
You will find me in your heart when you say I do,
Your true surrender to Me,
Is your only key . . 🔑
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