I wanna hear the power of Your Word I wanna feel the weight of glory fall I wanna know the One who overcomes I wanna see, I wanna be undone
Come, Holy Spirit, come Rush in like a flood, Heaven, open up Come, in never ending waves, I am swept away Holy Spirit, come
I wanna hear the voice the storm obeys I wanna feel Your presence in this place I wanna know a pure and righteous love I wanna see, I wanna be undone Come, Holy Spirit, come Rush in like a flood, Heaven, open up Come, in never ending waves, I am swept away Holy Spirit, come
Come, come Fall afresh on me Fall afresh on me [x2]
Nothing else Nothing else I know Nothing else Nothing else comes close [x2] Come, Holy Spirit, come Rush in like a flood, Heaven, open up Come, in never ending waves, I am swept away Holy Spirit, come
Come, come Fall afresh on me Fall afresh on me [x2]
Localizadas perto da pequena cidade de Taupo, na Nova Zelândia estão as surpreendentes Cataratas Huka, onde 220.000 litros de água trovejam sobre a cascata de 11 metros de altura a cada segundo. Isto é o suficiente para encher uma piscina do tamanho olímpico em cerca de 11 segundos! # Located just outside of the small town of Taupo, New Zealand are the amazing Huka Falls, where 220,000 liters of water thunders over the 11-meter (36 ft) high waterfall every second. That’s enough to fill an Olympic-sized swimming pool in about 11 seconds!
As coisas perdidas e as pessoas perdidas nem sempre sabem que estão perdidas. Mas aquele que os perdeu sabe. As ovelhas não sabem que estão perdidas, mas o pastor sabe. Uma moeda perdida não sabe que está perdida, mas o seu dono sabe. O filho pródigo não achava que estava perdido. Ele pensava que estava a viver bem e a desfrutar a aventura da sua vida, mas se pudéssemos perguntar ao seu pai, ele teria dito: "O meu filho está perdido."
Onde estava o pai quando o seu filho estava perdido? Alguns diriam que ele nunca saiu de casa, nunca foi atrás do seu filho. Mas acredito que o pai estava também "no país distante". Não passava um dia ou uma noite que o filho mais novo não estivesse no pensamento do seu pai. Amados que ficaram para trás conhecem a sua forma especial de "estar perdido". A esposa de um soldado que luta num país estrangeiro vai até esse país nos seus pensamentos mil vezes por dia. O amado de um refém é também mantido refém, pela sua preocupação e aflição. O pai de uma criança doente luta contra a doença exactamente como o seu menino ou menina o faz e sente cada dor.
Dia após dia, hora após hora, o pai do filho pródigo estava também no país distante. Ele estava a sofrer a angústia e o vazio que uma vida de excesso trouxe ao seu filho. Não há um pai vivo que não tenha experimentado a mágoa do seu filho, se há verdadeiro amor. Esta é uma imagem humana do amor sobrenatural de Deus. Ele vai para onde vamos. Ele sente cada perda, cada decepção e cada dor. Ele é o pai do filho pródigo, desejando que o seu filho volte para casa. Todos nós, nalgum momento, fomos esse pródigo. Muitos ainda o são. O nosso Pai Celestial também continua a amar-nos quando estamos perdidos, esperando e desejando que voltemos para casa, onde Ele nos acolhe com braços estendidos. É hora de voltares para casa?
~ Lucas 15:13
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Lost things and lost people don’t always know they’re lost. But the one who has lost them knows. Sheep don’t know they’re lost, but the shepherd does. A lost coin doesn’t know it’s lost, but its owner does. The prodigal son didn’t think he was lost. He thought he was living it up and enjoying the adventure of a lifetime, but if you had asked his father, he would have said, "My son is lost."
Where was the father when his son was lost? Some would argue that he never left home, never went after his boy. But I believe the father was "in the far country," too. Not a day or night went by that the father was not with his younger son in his mind. Loved ones who are left behind know their own special kind of "lost-ness." The wife of a soldier who fights in a foreign country goes to that country in her thoughts a thousand times a day. The loved one of a hostage is held hostage, too, by their worry and concern. The parent of a sick child fights disease just a surely as their boy or girl does, and feels every pain.
Day after day, hour after hour, the father of the prodigal was in the far country, too. He was suffering the anguish and emptiness that a life of excess brought to his son. There’s not a parent alive who has not experienced the hurt of their child if there is real love. That’s a human picture of the supernatural love of God. He goes where we go. He feels every loss, every disappointment, and every pain. He is that father of the prodigal son, longing for his boy to come home. All of us, at one time, have been that prodigal. Many still are. Our Heavenly Father also keeps loving us when we are lost, waiting and longing for us to come home, where He welcomes us with outstretched arms. Is it time for you to come home?
You give life, You are love You bring light to the darkness You give hope, You restore Every heart that is broken Great are You Lord
Cause It's Your breath in our lungs So we pour out our praise, we pour out our praise It's Your breath in our lungs So we pour out our praise to You only
You give life, You are love You bring light to the darkness You give hope, You restore Every heart that is broken Great are You Lord
It's Your breath in our lungs So we pour out our praise, we pour out our praise It's Your breath in our lungs So we pour out our praise to You only
It's Your breath in our lungs So we pour out our praise, we pour out our praise It's Your breath in our lungs So we pour out our praise to You only
All the earth will shout your praise Our hearts will cry, these bones will sing Great are You Lord [x3]
It's Your breath in our lungs So we pour out our praise, we pour out our praise It's Your breath in our lungs So we pour out our praise to You only [x2]
Pour out our praise to You only Pour out our praise to You only
