With Jesus as the Root
We are His first fruits
His first loves
Whom He knew while John baptized Him and God sent the doves
Yes Jesus knew of us
At the beginning
He knew He would die
So we could live forgiven
Our Prince of Peace
His gentle Spirit abounds
We live in His hands
His harvest, chosen not of His demands
We cannot help but sing for joy
Yes, Lord, we surrender envy,
Anything else unkind or unforbearing
Lord, we can hardly fathom
You will choose to use us in Your Kingdom
May the fruit we bear
Be true, fragrant, and protected by the devil’s snare
For we have heard his whispers
Believed his lies
It is only with Your mercy divine
We step out in faith
Covered by Your grace
And model for all how we seek Your face
I, Jesus, have sent my angels to give you this testimony for the churches. I am the Root. and the Offspring of David, and the bright morning star (Revelations 22:16).
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