By Fred Blanchard
Holy, oh Holy God Almighty,
Come, and sanctify us this day Lord,
Scrub the dirt from our eternal souls,
Indwell our hearts; begin the process to purify.
The inhabitants of earth suffer from spiritual drought,
Hear them silently crying out to be freed,
To be cleansed from the gravities of man’s sin,
The signs are everyway, all of creation is calling out.
Each morning by grace You allow the sun to rise,
Therewith chasing the night’s shadows away,
Creating the dawn of renewal and rejoicing,
An opportunity to live without compromise.
The infestation of distractions abound,
Meant to divide, conquer and then destroy,
But our soul’s rest securely in Thy grace,
Your overpowering peace is truly profound.