Unending Mercies

When I wake up each morning my heart fills with praise
As I think of Your mercy, Your love and Your grace
Though my body may fail and my eyes cease to see
My heart will rejoice in your promise to me

 Chorus

For each day I tarry, on this troubled ground
Your love is my portion since you I have found  
You promised to give me what I hungered for 
To live in your presence for evermore. 
And when my life’s over, I’ll sing this to you 
Your unending mercies each morning are new. 

Verse 2

When I lay my head down at the end of the day 
I recount all the blessings you’ve sent my way
 And though I’ve had sorrows I could not bear
I knew from your word,
You would always be there.

You promised to give me what I hungered for 
To live in your presence for evermore. 
And when my life’s over, I’ll sing this to you
Your unending mercies each morning are new.  

For each day I tarry on this troubled ground
Your love is my portion, since you I have found
When trials arise and when life falls apartYou are still with me, O Lord of my heart

Verse 3:

When I rise in the night and can no longer sleep
I rest in your love, mighty and deep
Though my mind is awash with how often I fall
You whisper that you are redeeming it all

Chorus:

You promised to give me what I hungered for ~
To live in your presence for evermore
And when my life’s over, I’ll sing this to you
Your unending mercies each morning are new!

2024 

Music and Lyrics by Jane (editing by Kristy)

Sisterhood

Welcome to the sisterhood.
The family secrets are yours to explore
To keep or share as you will.
The pain you feel lasts only a day
But it reverberates for a lifetime,

From smile to smile and tear to tear, 
Partings and rejoinings,
Each becomes easier – and more difficult.

We suffer, we rejoice, 
In each other’s company.
If we choose to share,
Not just compare,
We give each other strength and meaning.

We cannot do it alone – 
The winds of change would be too much.
But bound together, we survive.
And offer up a praise
And thanksgiving.

Pain becomes a portal
To a higher, more perfect place.
And the sisterhood of suffering
Becomes a glorious robe.

Jane 

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