This photo is of the Hill of Crosses in Lithuania 

- a place of pilgrimage  

With a prayer You fed the hungry,

With a cry You stilled the storm, 

With a look You had compassion

On the desperate and forlorn.

With a touch You healed the leper,

With a shout You raised the dead;

With a word expelled the demons,

With a blessing broke the bread.

Love incarnate, love divine,

Captivate this heart of mine

Till all I do is speak of You.

As a sheep before the shearer

You were silent in your pain;

You endured humiliation

At the hands of those You'd made.

And as hell unleahed its fury

You were lifted on a tree,

Crying, 'Father God, forgive them,

Place their punishment on me.'

Love incarnate, love divine,

Captivate this heart of mine

Till all I do is speak of You.

I will feed the poor and hungry,

I will stand up for the truth; 

I will take my cross and follow

To the corners of the earth.

And I ask that you so fill me

With Your peace, Your power, Your breath,

That I never love my life so much

To shrink from facing death.

Love incarnate, love divine,

Captivate this heart of mine

Till all I do is speak of You.

Stuart Townend

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