Tuesday, July 30, 2013

From Whom All Blessings Flow

Purchased with the blood of Christ, my life is not my own.
Reaching forward to the goal, My Savior's lovely throne.
Counting down these days below, and longing for the time;
When my Lord embraces me in Heaven's wondrous clime.

Thinking of those drops of blood that cleansed my soul within.
Speechless at His matchless love, to prayer I flee again.
O the arms of my dear Lord, a shield about my soul!
His salvation succors me, my name's on Heaven's role

O you lost now turn to me and hear my words of praise.
He would be your Savior, too, redeeming all your days.
Nail-scarred hands speak tenderness, a strong desire to save.
Open arms now beckon you, be rescued from the grave!

Dearest Lord, unshackle me!  Please break this world's strong hold!
Show it as it really is: so dark, so drear, so cold.
Faith will soon be sight, O Lord, all pain and sin disposed.
I will soon stand next to Him from whom all blessings flow!

Tuesday, July 23, 2013

I Confess


When my feet are weary and sore, and my steps uncertain, unsure;
When my soul’s distressed, and I beat my breast, and I’m shaken down to my core.
Then I turn my eyes to the Lord, holding fast to mercy’s strong cord.
And I know all’s well, and my heart does swell, for my faith is to Him moored. 

For You are my God, and You are my righteousness!
For You are my peace, the One who gives me rest!
And You are my Shield, I shout Your blessedness!
And You are my joy, I can’t help but confess!
And I, O God, I confess.

I have cried aloud to my God, and He sees wherever I trod.
For His eyes are there, whether storm or fair, and He loves me though I’m flawed.
Now He guides me to waters calm, His saving grace a constant balm.
He restores my soul, and He makes me whole, and He holds me in His palm.

For You are my God, and You are my righteousness!
For You are my peace, the One who gives me rest!
And You are my Shield, I shout Your blessedness!
And You are my joy, I can’t help but confess!
And I, O God, I confess.  

Monday, July 15, 2013

Let It Be Me

I cannot pay back the debt that I owe.
The extent of my need I'll never know.
But Father hear, and give ear to my plea;
When You need a servant, let it be me.

So broken and wounded, stained dark with sin;
Yet cleansed by Your grace, without and within.
The lost are many and long to be free!
Someone must tell them, please let it be me!

My shield and my comfort, You are my Lord.
I soar like an eagle, Your word my sword.
When You need a saint unwilling to flee,
Strengthen my courage and let it be me!

O let it be me!  Just let it be me!
Faithful and true, a disciple I'd be.
O let it be me!  Just let it be me!
I'm set for Your use, please let it be me!

Tuesday, July 9, 2013

Saved

Each new day brings its trouble,
It has its share of strife.
Though it assaults with vigor and force,
My anthem remains eternal life.

Salvation belongs to my God,
Who has seen all His children blest.
And though beset by circumstance,
He lays them down in peaceful rest.

Let us cry aloud now to our God,
For His ear is bent to our plea.
Approaching His throne with confidence,
From Satan we have been set free.

This is not to say we're not still lashed,
As the storms of life blow to and fro.
But it is a calm assertion,
That even then our faith will grow.

Saved!  How that word now thrills the soul,
And is to the heart a constant balm!
We know not what the morrow brings,
But saved, we'll face it all with calm.

Thursday, July 4, 2013

A Psalm Of Adoration

O God, my heart soars as I ponder You.
In the stillness of the night my soul longs for You.
May every intention of my heart be pure in Your eyes,
And every word that I speak pleasing to Your ears.
O my God, if I had not You where could I turn?
You fill my life with joy and blessing,
And my words of thanks can never satisfy the debt I owe.
Would that Your Son return now, my Father!
All my bones tremble in anticipation,
And the glories of heaven spark my longing.
How may one as unworthy as I claim Your love?
O thank You, Father, for the gift of Your Son!
What more can I say of You, my God?
What greater praise might I offer?
Behold, all that I am lay at Your feet.
All that I will one day be is due to You!
Your grace and mercy overwhelms me.
Your patience is a boon to my soul.
O Father, You will forever be my God!