Thursday, September 13, 2018

Oh To Be A Butterfly

Oh To Be A Butterfly


Oh to be a butterfly.
Cocoon would pave the way.
Arise, I would, from dark of death
to see the light of day.

Oh to be a butterfly -
to rise above the dead,
to spread my multi-colored wings
of orange, green, blue and red.

Oh to be a butterfly
with brilliant-colored wing,
that I would stretch and open wide -
and I could beauty bring.

Oh to be a butterfly
whose wings bring ne'er a sound.
reflecting brightly in the sun -
the prettiest around.

Oh to be a butterfly,
to float on easy breeze,
and softly drift to other fields
where flowers meet the bees.

Oh to be a butterfly
upon a little hill
and set atop a milkweed plant
where I'd be resting still.

Oh to be a butterfly,
to never worry why -
the oceans depths seem much too deep
or clouds seem much too high.

Oh to be a butterfly,
creation's grand rebirth -
inside of God's grand masterpiece
and handiwork on Earth.

Oh to be a butterfly
in flight and fully free -
and then to be in peace again
at rest on Jesus' knee.

Oh to be a butterfly
emerging from cocoon,
unfolding vibrant colors bright
on Sunday afternoon.

Tuesday, September 11, 2018

I Remember That September

I Remember That September


It was September eleventh, two-thousand-one.
How I remember that day and that year!
Through awful heinous acts of terrorism,
America lost many lives so very dear.

Hijacked planes hit the Twin Towers.
It changed New York City's skyline.
Worse than that, many were killed,
Even policemen and firemen so fine.

A hijacked plane hit the Pentagon,
And many lives were lost there too.
The western wall partially collapsed,
But the terrorists were not through.

Brave Americans overcame the hijackers
On United Airlines Flight Ninety-three.
They crashed the plane in Pennsylvania
Before it was hijacked to Washington, D.C.

Many Christians around our dear nation
Started praying and seeking God more.
Many Americans started going to church,
Who had not been going that much before.

On the calendar, it's called Patriot's Day.
The loss of many patriots, we'll remember.
May we pray every day for our dear nation
And remember that fateful day in September.

Monday, September 10, 2018

Patiently God Teaches Me

Patiently God Teaches Me


Patiently, patiently God teaches me what I must know.
He shows me how to succeed; leads in the way I should go.
Jesus will teach me his way, like those who sat at his feet;
Goodness and graciousness grow; wisdom makes my life complete.
Jesus, my teacher and lord, he illustrated the way;
Now I am his hands and feet, serving in his name today.

Going Home

Going Home


Going home to the glory, my flight it is waiting
Just delayed by heart’s fading beat.
When God finally calls, no hesitating
For I at last my Saviour will meet.

Once I heard how much Jesus cared,
Claimed Him as my Lord in a prayer.
Cleansed and ready, my soul is prepared,
For Heaven’s home and I am going to be there.

What glory there, some of it has been told,
The tree of life by deep crystal sea.
The streets of the city paved with pure gold,
And all its splendour is waiting for me.

Often in my heart, so deep is a yearning,
A longing for Heaven’s bright distant shore.
The hand of time so swift in its turning,
Will stop in its circle and move for me no more.

Then I will go, happy in the leaving
The ties of this earth no longer will bind.
A mansion in Glory, the reward of believing,
And the cares of this world left far behind.

The blood of Jesus, the fuel for my flying,
The fare of my flight bought at great price.
He paid for it all in His suffering and dying,
And purchase was complete when He did arise.

I am but a pilgrim and stranger on this earth,
Aimless and restless its paths I will roam.
It may know me now this place of my birth,
But Heaven is waiting and I am going home.

Are you ready ?

Saturday, September 8, 2018

If You're Happy, Tell Your Face

If You're Happy, Tell Your Face


Are you one of those negative Christians?
Does your face many times wear a frown?
At times when you converse with others,
Do you tend to bring their spirits down?

My friend, why not try to show your joy
If you have been truly saved by grace?
Smile and share your joy with others.
If your heart is happy, tell your face.

Let the light of Jesus shine through you.
Others are watching you everyday,
So let the great joy of your salvation
Just drive those ugly frowns away.

Smiling uses fewer muscles than frowning,
So just smile and give your face a rest.
If you are truly happy, tell your face.
Show your joy and smile your best.

Friday, September 7, 2018

Walkin' On Water

Walkin' On Water


Floatin' on water, lightning's flash!
Floatin' on water, raindrops splash.
Floatin' on water, pouring rain!
Walkin' on water is insane.

Floatin' on water, leave my boat?
Floatin' on water. Will it float?
Floatin' on water, don't capsize!
Walkin' on water is unwise!

Floatin' on water here hiding.
Floatin' on water deciding.
Floatin' on water hearing voice.
Walkin' on water is a choice.

Floatin' on water in the storm.
Walkin' on water's not the norm.
Floatin' on water. Still in fear?
Walkin' on water, volunteer?

Floatin' on water, who succumbs?
Walkin' on water, Jesus comes!
Floatin' on water, Jesus see -
walkin' on water calming sea.

Floatin' on water, no more waves.
Walkin' on water, Jesus saves!
Floatin' on water does enslave!
Walkin' on water's not your grave!

Walkin' on water? Can't conceive?
Walkin' on water? Just believe!
Walkin' on water, I am too!
Walkin' on water, how 'bout you?

Tuesday, September 4, 2018

With Mercy Eyes

With Mercy Eyes


There came that day when all seemed lost.
The Father’s pain, yes oh what cost!
The Son would die and give His life.
To end our sin and daily strife!

We didn’t know the truth on high.
We all fell short, we all must die!
Blind eyes see not the stain of sin
on everyone; not one came in.

Pure God though looked with mercy eyes
And saw our need, our pain, our cries.
So He gave hope, yes on that day,
And won for us that holy stay!

All love from God did cast our sin
From east to west - for us the win!
But each must choose His death for theirs
Or pay the price, sin’s wage - it tears!

So look to Him and bow your knee
Forgiveness sure, its’s yours so free!
For God is love, His mercy reigns.
Son’s cleaning blood removes our stains!

The Son, His work that breaks all lies.
That work by Him, for us He cries.
His payment sure, new life it buys.
Pure God does look with mercy eyes.