Every Hair Numbered

If God calls,
each star by their name
would He not for His children
do the very same?

If God feeds,
the birds on the fly
would He not for His children
their daily needs supply?

If God considers,
all the lilies of the field
would He not for His children
be their protective shield?

If God knows,
when a sparrows about to fall
would He not for His children
hear them when they call?

If God keeps,
each creature in His sight
would He not for His children
lead them with His light?

If God counts,
every hair by number
then we as His children . . .
these question needn’t ponder!

Luke 12:7

But even the very hairs
of your head are all numbered.
Fear not therefore:
ye are of more value
than many sparrows.

To God Be The Glory

Is life really measured in
The years that we do spend ?
Or is it rather what we do
That really matters in the end ?

Well that will take change you say
And indeed you would be right
It's the price and privilege
For contending in this fight

Showing God is worthy
Takes lots of tender care
A willful heart to serve Him
Bathed in a healthy dose of prayer

His name and His nature
Tell who God is and why
His character is perfect
His love cannot be denied

Let us not forget then
The majesty He proclaims
Our hearts should seek His glory
Our hearts should seek to change

Choices

So young today yet all too soon

The morning light turns into noon
Fleeting hours shall fade the day
As noon to eventide gives way

Doubt not the choices made just now
Shall come to bear in life somehow
The place you find identity
Determines which result will be

The world perverse will promise place
If you with them will show your face
But in the end will pass away
Your purpose, meaning, light of day

Now Jesus offers counsel wise
To those who walk with open eyes
The truth revealed in Him is clear
New hope, new joy, new life, no fear

The End

Sudden darkness overcasts,
the clouds are so full of gloom.
Day has now turned into night,
the sky is so full of doom.

The thunder is so great,
the sound pierces the ears.
Is it the sign from God above,
the end to be finally here?

As the lightning strikes,
feel the earth start to rumble.
Everyone runs in panic,
as the world begins to crumble.

Fear the terror in the skies,
for it's time to die my friend.
See the horror in our eyes,
for this is to be the end.

Everything falls apart,
against the roaring winds
and the beating rain.
The world will end by fire,
nothing shall no longer remain.

Fire comes from the heavens,
brought onto us by the Lord.
If your domain still stands,
you'll receive your just reward.

Christ is Here

My soul is free, I’ve crossed the bar.
The troubles of earth are small and far.

Overwhelming love surrounds my form.
From flesh to glory, myself transformed.

I see the gates now, pearls of white.
Beautiful colors imbue my sight.

Streets of purest gold are there.
Beauty and majesty, beyond compare.

I look for Jesus where can he be.
And then I notice he’s holding me.

I fall before him at his feet.
I feel his love so pure, so sweet.

He says, “Fear not you are my son”!
“Bought with my blood, you’re place I’ve won”!

“Look my son, I’ve prepared a place”!
“You’ve completed the course, you’ve finished the race”!

Morn not for me, all love is here.
No pain or crying, just joy and cheer.

And when you come, my love my dear.
All will be well, for Christ is here.