Love And Grace

I wake up every day in awe
That God looked down on me and saw
Not just a sinful, selfish mess,
But, someone He could love and bless;
And not just me, but, all the world,
Each man and woman, boy and girl.
No one's so wicked and unclean
that love and grace cannot redeem,
God's love, that sent to earth His son,
God's grace, that's free to everyone;
For all can have eternal life
Through love and grace and Jesus Christ.
So 'til I see Him face to face
I'll praise Him for His love and grace.

So Much is Held Within a Tear

So much is held within a tear,
Love, memory, sorrow,
Why does life move so quickly from today to tomorrow?

So much is held within a tear,
A single drop relieves the heart,
But will the burning ache ever truly depart?

So much is held within a tear,
But all will be wiped away,
When we meet Christ in his heavenly realm and join those there to stay.

Only God Can Heal

This world is weighing heavy on our minds,
Cheers if anyone an answer finds.
For Angst beclouds our hopes, and now despair,
Has sunk its claws into us everywhere.

Our young, and that the brightest and the best,
Have given up the ancient noble quest,
For truth was so elusive that they fell,
Into the fire of a relativistic hell.

With nothing now to draw the upward glance,
We spy out one another for the chance,
To quench suspicion's ever growing thirst,
And tell ourselves that others are the worst.

Convinced that we have just this life to live,
We seek our best life now, and do not give
A passing thought to providence, so chance,
Rules the day and calls out every dance.

When will we stand flatfooted at the base,
And realize our need for sovereign grace?
And turn our ear to truth revealed, divine,
Then sitting at the table we shall dine.

How long shall this wretched cancer grow?
How long shall we witness blow for blow?
We’ve shouted to the universe in pain,
But only God can heal and make us sane.

I’ve Known You Forever

I’ve known you forever -- before you were made.
Before the foundations of earth had been laid;
before any oceans or lands were defined,
I numbered the beats of your heart I designed.

I made you in secret -- in your mother’s womb;
I formed you in love by the light of the moon.
Before you inhaled the first breath that you took,
I numbered the days of your life in my book.

All nations -- all peoples -- I’ve made every one;
I know every footstep and deed that’s been done.
I want you to want me whoever you are.
Endeavor to find me -- I’m not very far.

You’ve been in my arms since the day of your birth;
I’ll carry you home when you leave from this earth.
I am your creator -- your purpose is mine.
I’ve known you forever and loved you since time.

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?

God Answers Prayer

God answers our prayers
not because we pray so good
but because He is a great God
and answers like He said He would
It's not flowery words or phrasing
that gets His attention to hear
but a sincere heart that seeks Him
is when He draws near
God listens to all our groanings
and knows our every need
He hears the cry of the poor and needy
and with compassion will take heed

Matthew 6:7 But when ye pray, use not vain repetitions, as the heathen do: for they think that they shall be heard for their much speaking.
6:8 Be not ye therefore like unto them: for your father knoweth what things ye have need of, before ye ask him.

He's Preparing Rooms

Within the shadow of the Savior’s wings,
In a pavilion from the strife of tongues,
With His love, Christ quiets me by singing
As I climb Jacob’s ladder rung by rung.
Far above, in a mansion heavenly,
Rooms within Jesus is preparing for.
It’s there my Savior has a place for me,
He’s ever to the sheep an open door.
Seeking to honor His command I found
To keep His law was not within my reach.
Instead of feeling freedom I felt bound,
Until for His strength Him I did beseech.
For all accursed Jesus bled in agony,
I’ve His finished work upon the cross for me.