That 's My King

That's My King 

The Bible says
My king is the King of the Jews
He's the King of Israel
He's the King of Righteousness
He's the King of the Ages
He's the King of Heaven
He's the King of Glory
He's the King of Kings
And He is the Lord of Lords

Now that's my King!
I wonder if you know him
My king is a sovereign king
No means of measure can define His limitless love
He's enduringly strong, he's entirely sincere
He's eternally steadfast
He's immortally graceful
He's imperially powerful
He's impartially merciful
Do you know him

He's the greatest phenomenon
That has ever crossed the horizon of this world
He's god's son
He's a sinner's savior
He's the centerpiece of civilization
He's unparalleled, he's unprecedented
He is the loftiest idea in literature
He's the highest personality in philosophy
He's the fundamental doctrine of theology
He's the only one qualified to be an all sufficient savior
I wonder if you know him today

He supplies strength for the weak
He's available for the tempted and the tried
He sympathizes and he saves
He strengthens and sustains
He guards and he guides
He heals the sick
He cleansed the lepers
He forgives sinners
He discharges debtors
He delivers captors
He defends the feeble
He blesses the young
He serves the unfortunate
He regards the aged
He rewards the diligent
And he beautifies the meager
I wonder if you know him

He's the key to knowledge
He's a wellspring of wisdom
He's a doorway of deliverance
He's the pathway of peace
He's the roadway of righteousness
He's the highway of holiness
He's the gateway of glory
Do you know him? Well

His life is matchless
His goodness is limitless
His mercy is everlasting
His love never changes
His word is enough
His grace is sufficient
His reign is righteous
His yoke is easy
And his burden is light

I wish I could describe him to you, yes
He's indescribable
He's incomprehensible
He's invincible
He's irresistible
You can't get him out of your mind
You can't get him off of our hands
You can't outlive him
And you can't live without him
Well the Pharisees couldn't stand him
But they found out they couldn't stop him
Pilate couldn't find him any fault him
Herod couldn't kill him
Death couldn't handle him
And the grave couldn't hold him

Yeah, that's my king, that's my king, amen!

Gethsemane

The Lord is in the garden, weeping --
prostrate, anguished -- all alone.
Not far away His friends are sleeping,
using pillows made of stone.

There in the darkness, time is fleeting --
racing toward His destiny.
His weary voice is heard repeating,
Father, take this cup from Me.

More fervently the Lord is pleading --
mouthing words without a sound.
From sorrow, He has started bleeding
crimson droplets on the ground.

Disciples -- one by one -- awaken.
Jesus tells them as they stand,
The Son of Man will soon be taken.
Rise, the hour is at hand.

Bright torches in the distance -- nearing;
shouts and voices pierce the night.
Then Judas walks into the clearing --
soldiers to his left and right.

To Judas and the crowd behind him
Jesus asks, Whom do you seek?
All eyes await the sign to bind Him --
Judas kisses Jesus’ cheek.

A glint of steel -- a blade is wheeling --
Peter cuts off someone’s ear.
A call for peace -- a touch of healing,
Jesus’ friends run off in fear.

Surrounded by the priests and soldiers --
centered in His Father’s will.
The world’s weight upon His shoulders --
stretched out on Golgotha's hill.

My God this Night

All praise to you my God this night;
Beneath Your own wings;
For all your blessings of Your Light;
Until I live with You my King.

Forgive me God for Your dear Son:
The world, the Pharisees, and me;
The ills that I have this day have done,
You bled for me so Your peace may be.

Teach me to live, my Exalted Head!
Teach me to die so I may lay
In my grave as little as my bed;
Rising at the Judgement day.

When in the night I sleeplessly lie;
Let no ill dreams disturb my rest;
Nor, my soul with fearsome thoughts supply;
Nor, powers of darkness will molest.

Oh when shall I, in endless days,
With hymns divine with angels sing
Forever chase dark sleep away
While praising You Eternal King?

You chose to climb the hill and not turn back

'Father, not My will, but Yours be done,' You said
then climbed the hill to the cross Your blood to shed.
There You chose to bear my pain and wear my shame
even though You were innocent and not to blame.

A load much heavier than the cross You bore,
piercing deeper than the crown of thorns You wore.
You were smitten of God and forsaken too
when my sin came between the Father and You.

There lash by lash the price for each sin You paid
as all my guilt and shame upon You was laid.
Then, 'It is finished,' in victory You cried
as You bowed Your head upon the cross and died.

Deep waves of love and mercy flowed from the cross,
and Your blood was poured out my sins to wash.
They're now gone as far as the East is from the West
and I stand forgiven and forever blessed.

Because You hung there, Lord Jesus, in my stead.
Because Your blood upon the altar was shed.
Because of You, Lord Jesus, I now go free.
Because You chose the road to Calvary.

A TINY PUZZLE PIECE

A TINY PUZZLE PIECE

I am a tiny puzzle piece
Jagged edges all around
Is there a place for me?
And can that place be found?

I am a tiny puzzle piece
No power of my own
Amidst so many others
My place must be shown

I am a tiny puzzle piece
No one knows just where I go
Size and shape so unique
So only God will know

I am a tiny puzzle piece
It looks like I’ll place last
So many others precede me
I must remain steadfast

The Lord has a special place
Which only I can fill
So, I wait patiently
According to God’s will

I WAS a tiny puzzle piece
God’s masterpiece now complete
It’s beauty beyond compare
And my reward so sweet!

Going Fishing

Going to that secret spot
Where fishes are but fishers not
So excited, worms are wriggling
Par for course when going fishing

Round the bend toward the river
Jolly joints begin to quiver
at the sound of fisher whistling
In my secret spot for fishing!

What on earth could be the cause
To make this fisher drop my jaws?
Drops his line where mine is missing
In secret spot for going fishing

Turns out my sacred secret place
Welcomes quite a rapid pace
Of other avid fishers wishing
for a secret spot of fishing

What’s a fisherman to do?
Can secret spots for one hold two?
Crowded limbs in water swishing,
Now behold, two fishers fishing!

I cast my line and set my rod
And start to talk about my God
Caught for all my Gospel dishing?
Fisherman who went out fishing!

Behold, the Man

He hung each star and planet -- now hangs on splintered wood
He washed the feet of others -- now His are bathed in blood
He called Himself, Good Shepherd -- this sacrificial Lamb
Behold, this Jewish drifter -- was Israel’s great I AM

Condemned to die, yet blameless -- convicted on a whim
He cured the blind with spittle -- but now they spit on Him
Was called a friend of sinners -- on either side, a thief
Behold, the Man of Sorrows -- acquainted with much grief

The One who healed so many -- can’t move His hands or feet
He offered life eternal -- but dies now in the heat
The Son of God Almighty -- though He was virgin-born
Behold, the Rose of Sharon -- now wears a crown of thorns