I have some questions for you this morning:

Who taught the sun where to stand in the morning?

And who told the ocean--"you can only come this far"?
And who showed the moon where to hide till evening?
Whose words alone can catch a falling star?

Now, get the mop ready for this part, especially if you're near The Mom...

The very same God
that spins things in orbit--
runs to the weary, the worn and the weak,
and the same gentle hands that hold me when I'm broken
they conquered death *to bring me victory!*

Now I know, my Redeemer lives!
I know my Redeemer lives.
Let all creation testify
Let this life within me cry
I-I-I know
My Redeemer...
He lives!
to take away my shame;
and He lives--
forever I'll proclaim!
that the payment for my sin
was the precious life He gave,
and now He's alive and
there's an empty

Soo... that's why it's when you know you just can't do it, that His strength kicks in. We proved it yesterday, and
we're going to prove it again today!
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