Sylvia Sharpentier

My Redeemer is my Refuge
The most High, my habitation  
I praise my Savior, for I am planted in His vineyard
My most endeared Flower of Sharon,
How fragrant You are, my Lord,
How fragrant Your righteousness is that fills my yard
I count my days as days of Your blessings
Like the lighthouse amid a stormy night
Your guidance saved me from the mouth of Abbadon
I praise You, my good Lord, for You are my Light of Life
You heard my cries in the wilderness of Montana 
Now I have a home, I know this is your grace, your mercy, your salvation

Forget-me-nots lift their chins in the morn
After the cold, fearful night 
How warm is the sunlight, from a forlorn to the reborn
Glory, glory to His might, He won the fight, He is my light
Even the Eternity is too short to praise His Name
Fruits and flowers, planters and harvesters, praise the Lord
Raise thy cross
The Creator of Romance is sitting on the Throne!