(krŏn'ĭ-kəl) n. An extended account in prose or verse of historical events, sometimes including legendary material, presented in chronological order and without authorial interpretation or comment. A detailed narrative record or report.

Monday, 14 November 2016


December 19, 2011
Kim Walker

(Verse 1)
He is jealous for me
Loves like a hurricane, I am a tree
Bending beneath the weight of his wind and mercy
When all of a sudden
I am unaware of these afflictions eclipsed by glory
And I realize just how beautiful You are
And how great Your affections are for me

And O how He loves us
Oh, O how He loves us
How He loves us all

Yeah He loves us
O how He loves us
O how He loves us
O how He loves

(Verse 2)
We are His portion and He is our prize
Drawn to redemption by the grace in His eyes
If grace is an ocean, we're all sinking
So Heaven meets earth like an unforeseen kiss
And my heart turns violently inside of my chest
I don't have time to maintain these regrets
When I think about the way

His presence, His love, is so thick and tangible in this room tonight~ and there are some of you who have not encountered the love of God. And tonight, God wants to encounter You, and wants you to feel His love, His amazing love. Without it, these are just songs, these are just words, these are just instruments. Without the love of God, we’re just up here making noise! But the love of God changes us, and we’re never the same until we encounter the love of God. And right now, if you would have encountered the love of God, and YOu would know because you would never be the same, you would never be the same again! And If you wanna encounter the love of God, right now, You better have to brace yourself, because He is about to blow in this  place! And so we are going to encounter the love of GOD.
So, God, I speak to all the hearts al I ask God that every heart be open right now, every spirit be open up to You God... and a love encounter from You tonight…

-       KIM WALKER (on live concert)

Thursday, 3 November 2016


03 November 2016

Dear Lord
          I'm gettin' old
          But I would still behold
          and laugh at silly things untold

32 this very day
          Oh how you always made a way
          For me to see Your grace
          With Your beauty I'm amazed

As my life is running
          You have me count my blessings
          & I'm pretty sure from day one to now
          I would fall on my knees and bow
Oh Lord
          How my life is fleeting
          My days as an handbreadth
          & mine age is nothing before You

So as the psalmist, I also pray
          "Lord make me to know my end
          & the measure of my days
          that I may know how frail I am"

Father, You have sought me
          All because You love me
          So in return, what can I give?
          Oh my life, my life is Yours alone

I know I'm getting old
          My hairs turning grey, my beauty is slowly fading
          But to know that I am Yours and You are mine
          My God, that truth is more than enough

So with this grateful silly heart
          I pray that my life song sings and praise You with might
          For yes I am 32
          & I am eternally loved by You.