Defined by "Fruits"
Teach me, O God, your joyful ways
as you showed to David the king,
with a harp and a lyre and great jubilee
all praise and honor I bring.
Teach me, O God, your peaceful ways
as you showed to Job the glad,
Take my possessions and children - Satan
God is sovereign, a chance you never had.
Teach me, O God, your patient ways
as you showed to Abraham the old,
"your offspring will be more abundant than the stars,"
a gracious heavenly father told.
Teach me, O God, your kind ways
as you showed to the woman who bled,
for all she did was touch your cloak,
but by great faith she was lead.
Teach me, O God, your good ways
as you showed to the men in the fire,
Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego
serving You was their one desire.
Teach me, O God, your faithful ways
as you showed to Moses the brave,
with his staff he parted the Red Sea
and send the Egyptians to the grave.
Teach me, O God, your self-contolling ways
as you prayed upon the hill
though you sweat your own blood
you didn't forsake us still.
Teach me, O God, your loving ways
as you died upon that tree
you bridged the gap to salvation
and purchased a place for me.
Teach me these things and help me apply them
and show me what is true,
after all, Lord Jesus, my greatest desire
is to simply honor you.
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