That’s my cross you’re bearing,
That’s my crown you’re wearing,
Those are my nails in your sweet hands. Son of God. Perfect lamb.
That’s my tear you’re crying,
That’s my last breath you’re sighing,
How did it come to be that you would hang on my tree?
This is your victory I’m living, this is the hope you’re giving, all because my tomb is missing the body of the king.
This is your kingdom I see coming, it is to you I come running. Amazing grace has found me in this place resounding, Haleluah.
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I am a young woman who grew up in British Columbia. In BC was all I ever wanted; I had my poodle (Max) and all my friends, Saturdays at the Vancouver Aquarium and Sunday afternoons at one of my favorite beaches it was paradise. But God had a different plan for my life and my dad's job landed us in Alberta and now where I remain, in small town Souris Manitoba. The transitions from paradise to prairie were difficult and I will admit that now 10 years later I still refer to home as Abbotsford BC. Through this crazy pathway trek across Canada I have had one true constant, God; and though none of it was easy, everything that has happened in my life has formed in me a true lasting friendship with the one I call Immanuel. Because no matter how far from home we are God is with us, and thanks to God I have found an almost completely over looked beauty in Manitoba. If you open your eyes you will see that God has planted wondrous things everywhere you go.
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