No Other Name

Jesus is the Way, the Life.
To Heaven, the way he paved.
No, there is no other name
Whereby we must be saved.

Angels bow before His name.
He is worthy to be praised.
He had victory over death.
At His grace, I am amazed!

At the mighty name of Jesus
Every knee shall someday bow.
Friend, it would be very wise
To accept Him and bow now.

His name is highly exalted
Above all other names ever.
Friend, repent; get saved today.
He will not leave you, no never.

Glorious God

Glorious God of the ages; 
With wisdom that dwarfs all the sages; 
By grace having saved from sin’s wages;
Be with us through all of life’s stages. 

Glorious God, we are humbled; 
You’ve helped us each time that we’ve stumbled;
Had mercy each time that we’ve fumbled;
Without your grace we would have crumbled. 

Glorious God, our petition, 
Ascends, and describes our condition; 
Unworthy, we seek your provision.
Let us not vainly fall to derision. 

Glorious God, so transcendent; 
With angels your loyal attendants; 
In heaven, above all, resplendent;
Gladly we are your dependents.

Beyond The Manger

As you step into the stable and look
down in the manger what do you see,
A baby Who is called Jesus or a life
line that was born for all humanity.
Then indeed it is the baby Jesus who
came to earth on Christmas day,
Yet if this is all you see, you miss
the reason for His earthly stay.

Many people see the babe and miss the
cross, leaving Jesus in the stable,
Ignoring the fact that He died to be
our Savior, treating it as a fable.
Thinking they'll make heaven on their
own for their lives are mostly clean,
Unlike some church goers in their past
of which they have heard and seen.

To this group of people Christmas is
simply a holiday, that's about all,
The busiest time of the year, spending
countless hours down at the mall.
Later, full of spirits, not holy, they
may exchange gifts with some friends,
Then til this time next year, anything
they have do do with Christmas, ends.

The baby they see, died for their sins,
to save them from the jaws of hell,
Until this truth is accepted, the non-
believers remain in Satan's spell.
So look beyond the cradle to the cross
and trust Jesus for a new start,
Then next year as you look at the baby,
there's a special love in your heart.

What I Long For

I long to go
Where there's no night;
To dwell with God,
The Giver of Light.

I long to meet
Him face to face,
To thank Him again
For His love and grace.

I long to live 
For eternity
With my Savior,
Who died for me.

I long to sing
My song of praise
To God on High;
My voice I'll raise.

I long to walk 
On streets of gold,
As transparent glass;
A sight to behold!

I long to see
Loved ones again;
Where they're at peace
Up in Heaven.

I long to leave
This earth below;
I'll serve God 'til
It's time to go.

I long to remain
Faithful and true
To the very end.
How about you?

Save The Children Lord

Save the children Lord,
give them a roof over head
a warm place to sleep
rain on them water and bread.

Supply them with clothes,
and a pair of good shoes
Lord, send them someone
who'll share the Good News.

Provide them with hope,
for a future worth living
put upon all of our hearts
to be generous and giving.

Watch over these babes,
who hunger and thirst
help us to put their needs
upmost and first.

Save the children Lord,
give them a roof over head
Lord, let us who are full
be to them ~ Spirit lead . . .

Matthew 25:35
King James Version 

"For I was an hungred, and ye gave me 
meat: I was thirsty, and ye gave me 
drink: I was a stranger, and ye took me 
in:"

Every

Every step
Everyday 
I am kept 
In Your Way 

Every time 
Everything 
You define 
My being 

Every place 
Every race 
I go forth
In Your Grace 

Everyone 
Everywhere 
Be as one
In Your care

Shepherd Poem

My shepherd is the key for me to live where beauty's found,
mid sunny pastures, gentle hills where flowered fields abound;
And also in the barren wasteland most devoid of life
with little there but insects, snakes -- unmitigated strife.

It seems so simple, so completely obvious to me
To stay within that small protected space where I can see
The figure of my shepherd walking near me by my side
And all I need to do is to stay close and to abide -- 

Abide in close proximity where I can see his face, 
where I can sense his reassuring omnipresent grace.
It seems so easy, so much so that there should be no qualm --
Just walk with him enjoying his protection, sense of calm.

I marvel at the midnight sky with constellations bright,
The stars portray a godlike scene amidst the heat of night;
They form their patterns as a roadmap which our shepherd sees
Then uses them to guide his flock toward cool and gentle breeze.

So how is it that I so frequently am so bemused?
I struggle to maintain the pace then find myself confused. 
I see him walking just ahead and, coming right behind,
I turn my head and suddenly my shepherd I can't find. 

Sometimes a swamp will suddenly appear beneath my feet
And, struggling to swim, I try to crawl up on the side.
But slippery slopes or mangled roots conspire to defeat
my efforts to regain my place -- I'm sometimes terrified.

At times I glance at something near while following his lead
and, at that moment, fall on to a rock or sharpened reed.
I rise and realize I had lost my focus -- now I see
how just a moment of distraction separated me --

It separated me from focusing on what is sure --
The only way, the only truth, the life completely pure.
Thank God for my dear shepherd's walk, his sacrifice for me
For he has guaranteed my life with him eternally.

The flock is vast with sheep as far as mortal eyes can see.
The shepherd calls them but most seem oblivious to me.
They seem to be attracted by a subtle, evil force 
which calls them then compels them to depart the shepherd's course. 

Sometimes when I am close to him I see his face and eyes;
I've watched my shepherd's troubled glance perusing cloudy skies. 
But far more poignant revelations on his face appear
When sheep which had been close by him start wandering too near -- 

Too near the outskirts of the range where dangers lay in wait, 
where cunning ploys entrap those sheep which fall for demon's bait.
It all seems likely harmless there with no apparent cause
to fear those craggy rocks which hide the crouching jackal's jaws. 

O how I wish the other sheep could see what I can glean --
the signs upon my shepherd's countenance which few have seen.
They would not wander far astray in quest of false allure;
But rather see the treasure here, omnipotent and pure.

What must I do to reach the ewes and rams of this vast horde,
To inculcate within their hearts this life providing chord?
Stay close to him, and be not swayed by small distractions lest
We lose our focus then, detained, we're waylaid from our quest.

Oh shepherd you who saved us from a myriad of hells
Along this arduous journey so replete with evil spells;
God bless you, you who forfeited your life, your throne above;
With you we'll spend eternity enveloped by your love!