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Come to the Altar




There's nothing more beautiful than entering God's presence in our brokenness and have the Essence of Love fill our hearts with His presence and gentleness. He is such a loving Father who embraces us through the power of His Holy Spirit in grace and truth. 

 Sometimes we turn away from Him and go our own way, but He's waiting to draw us back to Himself 'with cords of love.'  Listen to the Words of the Saviour, the Giver of Life:

 Come to Me all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For My yoke is easy and my burden is light. 
Matthew 11:28-30

 We are to come as we are because He knows everything about us anyway. If you hear Him calling today, do not harden your heart. As the song below says:

 Are you hurting and broken within?
Overwhelmed by the weight of your sin?
Jesus is calling
Have you come to the end of yourself?
Do you thirst for a drink from the well?
Jesus is calling.

 O come to the altar, 
the Father's arms are open wide, 
forgiveness was bought with 
the precious blood of Jesus Christ.

Leave behind your regrets and mistakes, 
come today there’s no reason to wait, 
Jesus is calling. 
Bring your sorrows and trade them for joy, 
from the ashes a new life is born, 
Jesus is calling.

Oh what a Saviour, 
isn't He wonderful, 
sing hallelujah, 
Christ is risen, 
bow down before Him, 
for He is Lord of all, 
sing hallelujah, 
Christ is risen.


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