To maintain a beautiful garden
the weeds you'll have to pull
not only on the surface
but the roots deep down below.
To be a shinning servant
the sin will have to go
not only on the surface
but the heart deep below.
The Bible talks about bitterness
take a look at Hebrews 12::15
if that's the root of your problem
be assured your weeds can be seen.
Deep inside there's lots of anger
some bitterness and hate
as you confess all this to Jesus
weeds and roots he'll gladly take.
There is no want for love in the saviour
No lack nor hunger pang unmet will be
No sadness nor pain, of bittersweet flavour
Finds solace but blessing upon Calvary
Through vast distant years of time and space
The cross of Christ was lifted on high
The love of God speaks in every place
Declaring to mankind, "Salvation is nigh!"
By perfect atonement of death on a cross
His shedding of priceless, redeeming blood
All that was gain to Him, He counted loss
Purchased eternal life as Son of God
Such agony suffered in full sacrifice
He laid down His life so that many may live
Unloved and rejected, men Him did despise
Knew not the great pow'r of His love to forgive
Suff'ring and pain were the high price He paid
Deep sorrow and anguish He chose to endure
In truest expression unspoken, unsaid
In dying a pardon to us did secure
When the world suffers for want of love
Weary and hollowed men strive without cease
A heaven-blest answer to us from above
Is beauty and truth and unspeakable peace
This anthem of love shall sweetly resound
The people hear music the blessed shall sing
By laws of true kindness each man shall be bound
In loving each other show love for their king
All peoples of God, from each tribe and tongue
Rejoicing beneath the Majesty's throne
Bowing before Him in worship and song
Bonded in love and together made one
No faction or joint shall God's people divide
No sliver of doubt hinder our happy sight
All races, all peoples, all difference beside
In the cross children of God shall unite
There is no want for love in the saviour
No longing or hunger He need satisfy
No sadness we bear, as joyful we savour
For want of our love, God Him did crucify
Matthew 6:25-34 - verse 34 - But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness; and all these things shall be added unto you
Your grace draws me to You as I have observed.
But I linger often. It's so undeserved.
Your love overwhelms me, Your strength holds me tight,
forgiveness is calling but guilt is my plight.
Effects of my sins are embossed in hard stone.
I cannot undo them. I can't, not alone.
A carp without fin or a crow without wing,
I try as I might but can't fix anything.
Regret is the shadow I cannot outrun,
I cannot erase it or kill it with gun.
I cry for your blessings to shower as rain,
on those I have hurt so that peace they obtain.
Please hold them and guard them and don't let them fall,
then bless me with life that is pleasing to all.
Reminded of what I have put others through,
I so need forgiveness, but leave that to You.
I cry out in anguish. I cry out in shame.
I know life is real and cry out Your name.
Please shake me of old days and don't let them kill
a future of loving and doing 'Your will'.
Immersed in contrition as life goes along,
dear Lord, please forgive me for all I've done wrong.
Your grace, so sufficient, Your love, so immense,
was proven at Cal'vry at Your great expense.
Please bury my burdens and bury my guilt,
beneath that old cross where Your blood had been spilt.
Remembering all You still do from above,
my tears now replace these mere words with my love.
The beauty of the morning
With nature not quite awake
And the trees quietly yawing
While a gentle breeze shakes
And the leaves bravely winking
In the cool morning mist
Awakes a bird to singing
A song of praise on its lips
And in the hush of first rays
A morning sun gives light
Laying to bed the cooling haze
And a greeting from the night
But the greeting not a blaze
But in the calm of first light
The Creator introduces day
In the still quiet voice of His might
But mankind slowly arises
Not aware of the sight
But thinking of all he prizes
The new day becomes a fight
And not sure what he is missing
And why his life is not right
He stumbles as though listing
In an ocean fraught with fright
Because each morning he misses
The miracles which just might
Awaken all of his senses
To his infinite Maker's insight
1 Kings 19:1-18
Abraham heard the voice of God as He spoke from a bush aflame,
He said, "I am that I am. You shall know Me by this Name.
I am the Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end.
Your Creator, Father, Savior, as well as faithful Friend.
I am the Vine and you the branch, if you abide in Me,
Eternal life is given to you, for My blood has set you free.
Only the Name of Jesus can unlock heaven's door,
And allow you entrance to the Paradise hoped for.
My return is fast approaching, the day of the Lion and Lamb.
So be ready to receive me, I am the Great I Am!"
I’ve a word, yet unheard,
on the tip of my tongue.
Hope to soon add a tune,
for it’s meant to be sung.
Though it’s late, still I wait
for the splinter of time
when a note, what I wrote,
meet in musical rhyme.
Then I sigh, “How can I
form a song to convey?”
Here and now I will bow,
meet the Lord as I pray.
I’ll inquire, He’ll inspire
like He’s done all along.
With a note, what we wrote,
We’ll compose such a song.
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Sounding sweet with a beat,
rap-a-tap on the drum.
Chorus sings, hear the strings
and the chords being strum.
Strike the keys, ivories;
play like never before.
Let the sound so resound
that our spirits will sour.
What’s the chance we could dance
when immersed in this song?
Who could say if we sway
our expression is wrong?
Don’t be coy, it’s our joy
breaking free of restraint.
Risen arm, what’s the harm
in a worshiping saint.
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A single tear then finds its way along
The corner of my eye and down my face,
For through the words and music of this song
I clearly see my Saviors’ wondrous grace..
No carvings of statues nor idols of stone;
I am the Lord God to be bowed to alone.
Remember my Sabbaths, they can't be ignored;
revere where I'm worshiped for I am your Lord.
If you will obey my decrees and commands,
then I will send seasonal rains through your lands.
The crops from the ground will produce such a yield,
and trees will bear riches of fruit in your field.
Your threshing will last till your grapes have been grown,
your grape harvest lasting till grain has been sown.
And you will eat all of the bread you can stand,
while living both safe and secure in your land.
I'll give the land peace so you'll lie down at night
and sleep without trouble and worry or fright.
The dangerous beasts -- I'll remove them for you;
your land will not witness the sword passing through.
Your enemies will be exhaustively chased,
and they will be felled by the sword and laid waste.
Five chasing a hundred, a hundred pursue
ten thousand -- your enemies slain before you.
My favor on you will make you multiply,
confirming my compact between you and I.
You still will be eating from last harvest's store,
which you'll need to clear out to make room for more.
Among you my dwelling place I will erect,
and you, in my soul, will I never reject.
And I'll walk among you -- be your God, divine;
and you as a people will ever be mine.
I am the Lord God, who from Egypt has saved
and freed you from those who would keep you enslaved.
I've broken the bars of the yoke that you wore
and freed you to walk with head high evermore.
Sex appeal, money, power and gold
The only things valued, or so we've been told
By members of parliament, peasants and lords,
By businessmen, beggars and marauding hoards.
So much for ideals of commitment and friends
And the folks who would willingly go to the ends
Of the planet to aid other people they know
And on whom they had chosen their word to bestow.
Everything's changed proclaim pundits and scribes
We've unwisely appointed as leaders and guides;
From foundational truths we were taught long ago
To our basic ideals we're now taught to forgo.
From unchallenged truths we had always embraced
We have come to adopt a form sorely debased.
We have strayed from original precepts we've held;
Our claim to the high road's no longer upheld.
As a people we wander, we aimlessly drift
Direction less, lost in a sea now bereft
Of the clear moral compass we formally used;
And longitude, latitude now seem confused.
From where does our moral ineptitude come?
Is it Hollywood, Broadway, the standards of some
Governmental committees whose members decreed
That our outdated rules we no longer must heed?
And what can our future conceivably hold
As summarily we discard all we have sold
Of our most basic mores, our firm moral base,
And our hope in retaining our undeserved grace?
Poor fools who cry out in a bleak wilderness
To oblivious morons who couldn't care less
Like the prophets before them and those who come late
Those who dare to speak out now will all share their fate.
So what can be done now to deal with this tale
Of ephemeral loyalties, values for sale
And the narcissists caught in their self centered greed
While oblivious to any precepts or creed?
No matter what others decide or decree
I can and I must make decisions for me.
I'll try to choose wisely, ignoring the cost
And I'll not be a part of the multitudes lost!
One on the right
One on the left
The One in the middle
Will take His last breath
Accusations will fly
From one to the other
While the One in the middle
Listens as He suffers
Hours of bickering
Who was the worst
While the One in the middle
Was taking their curse
He's done nothing wrong
Said the one on the right
While the One in the middle
Shined like a light
The other one cursed
And mocked without care
While the One in the middle
Felt his despair
He turned to the other
With love in His eyes
And said today you will be with Me
In paradise
One of the thieves
Made the right choice
Then the One in the middle
Lifted his voice
The people around us
Listened and heard
The One in the middle
Say His last word
It is finished
It is done
The price has been payed
Forever has been won
Right there beneath Him
I finally see
The Man in the middle
He did this for me️
Father, I can hardly wait,
until I see the sea
of every single knee
bowing down to Thee.
The vision is so clear,
as each soul accounts
if, to You they were . . .
rebellious or devout.
Father, I can hear it now,
the hum of every tongue
singing You're the only God
there is no other one.
The sound is so sobering,
as each soul proclaims
what they did or didn’t do
to bring glory to Your name.
Father, I can hardly wait,
for the day when I will see
every soul praising You . . .
on the sea of bended knee!
Romans 14:11-12
"For it is written, As I live,
saith the Lord,
every knee shall bow to me,
and every tongue shall confess to God.
So then every one of us shall
give account of himself to God."
King James Version
Public Domain
Creator of the morning light,
My joy by day, my peace at night,
My everlasting hope and friend,
Your loving kindness has no end.
Creator of the morning light,
the earth and all the stars of night,
To you, so perfect in you're ways,
I pledge my heart and give you praise.
Creator of the morning light,
You're my desire, my soul's delight.
My Lord, my God, my only King,
My worship to your throne I bring.
There came that day when life was grey,
Christ's light did shine on me.
His blood did cure sin's guilt for sure,
He set this captive free!
When I was lost, and storm waved tossed
His light my path He lit.
For Christ my Lord, sin's gap did ford,
that darken place, sin's pit.
The work He did, sin's guilt He rid,
My Lord, He conquered all.
With mercy eyes, through tears and cries
my helpless state He saw.
For I was dead, a captive led,
this world, its ways and wants.
Yes, trapped was I, He heard my cry,
I'm freed of Satan's taunts.
So He's the one, my freedom won,
His blood my gifted cover.
The work all His, great God who IS!
His love has won me over!
Your grace draws me to You as I have observed.
But I linger often. It's so undeserved.
Your love overwhelms me, Your strength holds me tight,
forgiveness is calling but guilt is my plight.
Effects of my sins are embossed in hard stone.
I cannot undo them. I can't, not alone.
A carp without fin or a crow without wing,
I try as I might but can't fix anything.
Regret is the shadow I cannot outrun,
I cannot erase it or kill it with gun.
I cry for your blessings to shower as rain,
on those I have hurt so that peace they obtain.
Please hold them and guard them and don't let them fall,
then bless me with life that is pleasing to all.
Reminded of what I have put others through,
I so need forgiveness, but leave that to You.
I cry out in anguish. I cry out in shame.
I know life is real and cry out Your name.
Please shake me of old days and don't let them kill
a future of loving and doing 'Your will'.
Immersed in contrition as life goes along,
dear Lord, please forgive me for all I've done wrong.
Your grace, so sufficient, Your love, so immense,
was proven at Cal'vry at Your great expense.
Please bury my burdens and bury my guilt,
beneath that old cross where Your blood had been spilt.
Remembering all You still do from above,
my tears now replace these mere words with my love.
Shining Star
The angels looked down from
heaven one night.
They searched for miles afar,
And deep within the distance
They could see a shining star.
They knew that very instant
That the star was theirs to gain,
So they took you up to heaven,
Forever to remain.
Look down on us from heaven.
Keep us free from hurt and pain.
You'll always be within my heart
Until we meet again.
Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there; I did not die.
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From the very beginning, God knew in advance
who would worship his son and conform.
The predestined have chosen -- though all have that chance;
of their brothers, they chose the firstborn.
As we look on his Son, we can see God's intent
and his purpose in all that he's made.
Christ was made in God's image one thousand percent
and the firstborn of all that's displayed.
So have we, in the image of God, been designed
to rule over the land, sky and sea;
don the likeness of God, leave your old self behind
and be righteous and holy as he.
Seize this new way of life -- one renewed from inside,
and await for what God has in store!
Let the Lord's Spirit work to make you sanctified,
so his glory reflects even more.
Because this is the secret: that Christ lives in you;
every part of your old life must go.
So, its out with the old and its in with the new
for the greatest thrill you'll ever know.
