Home Sweet Home

My home, sweet home, that place of rest
Routine and comfort at its best
A place familiar, refuge too
When cares of life are after you

Where friends that last the test of time
Pick up right where they left behind
They laugh with you when times are good
And cry with you as true friends should

The local church, a precious place
The best expression of your faith
For fellowship and breaking bread
Where doctrine’s taught and prayers are said

But sweeter still than these combined
So good, I’d leave all these behind
A home that Christ prepared for me
To join Him in eternity

Sweetest of all homes I’ve known
More precious than the best I’ve owned
The one whose maker understands
The best of homes aren’t made with hands

No Greater Love

The more they told me what to do the more I went astray
The carnal man inside me said  to do it my own way
And now the doors are firmly shut… Steel bars help hold me in
With lots of time to think about the awful depths of sin

There's nothing I can do or say to help bring my release
I'm counted as a criminal… My freedom had to cease
I look around and try to find some weakness in this cell
But though I work both day and night I still inhabit hell

My efforts to escape this death all surely are in vain
I must reside to just endure this suffering and pain

But then at once I heard good news
Someone would take my place
I never knew this man before… I never saw His face
But He decided it was time a pardon came my way
He took upon Him all my sin and said that He would pay

He opened up the prison doors and gave me life again
And as I eagerly stepped out He lovingly stepped in

And now I want with all my heart to somehow Him requite
To put to death this carnal man and strive to do what's right
No greater love I'll ever know… No greater love I'll see
Than someone stepping in my place
And setting my soul free

Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.
Ye are My friends, if ye do whatsoever I command you.
John 15:13,14
 

The Passing Of Time

TIME passes. Not in incremental stages
but flows continuously through the ages,
making history of each fleeting moment
as it brings the future into the present.

Rolling ever onward at the speed of light; 
heralding brand new visons with its flight.
How Time began and just how it will end
this mortal man cannot comprehend.

So before the immortal God I bow,
Who, ever dwells in the Eternal Now.
For Space and Time my days define
but this is not so with God the Divine.

From the Womb, I Speak

I am a living soul from day one;
I will be a daughter or a son.
My life begins at conception;
I don't need the world's affirmation.

When, one day, I was made in secret,
God saw my substance, though not perfect:
Not being developed all the way,
He wrote my members in a book that day.

Though no one hears the beat of my heart,
God knows I'm there from the very start.
He has a purpose for me some day;
A wrong decision could take it away.

Isn't it murder in the first degree,
To snuff the life right out of me?
I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
Is there anyone who'll come to my aide?

A pea, a bean, a peanut: all sizes;
My growth comes in many disguises.
At full term, I'm ready to appear;
To see Mom and Dad hold me near.

Listen to me, I have a voice;
My life or death is not a choice.
I'm God's heritage: a girl or boy;
So, let me be your bundle of joy.

But in a great house, there are not only vessels of gold and silver, but also of wood and clay, some for honor and some for dishonor. Therefore if anyone cleanses himself from the latter, he will be a vessel for honor, sanctified and useful for the Master, prepared for every good work.

2 Timothy 2:20-21(NKJV)

He says, “Be still, and know that I am God;I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth.”
Psalm 46:10(NIV)

Walk day by Day

Walk day by day
that’s all it takes
and those mistakes
that seem so hard to bear -
confess in prayer.

Tomorrow may
not be unmarred
but not so scarred 
you’ll find as yesterday -
take time to pray.

A night away
God’s mercies new
will dawn for you
and waking you will find -
the Lord is kind.

His compassions never fail, they are 
new every morning; great is your faithfulness.
Lamentations 3:23