God calls me to sing
Of a love so amazing
Sing a song of gladness
How I’m saved from the madness
Of sin's angry blindness
The world’s empty blandness
What a joy to be able
To shout not a fable
But of grace unknown
And God on the throne
May I not fall away
Harden my heart this day
Let mercy be a melody
Ringing of His dying for me
Stir my voice to shout
And praise to breakout
Of the song of God’s Son
He’s my supreme reason
Monday, June 27, 2011
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
A Father’s Strong Hand -a poem on Psalm 94
Your judgments are fearful
But your disciplines cheerful
Your loving correction
Is so great an affection
Though it brings sorrow
Joy comes on the morrow
You will never allow
One of yours to bow
To any secret sin
Nothing evil within
But you drive us away
From every evil to sway
A Father’s strong hand
Means a love so grand
He will not let me kiss
That which will miss
The joy of His glory
Let me shout out the story
Of a God who takes wrath
Out of my path
And on to His Son
By such grace I am won
But your disciplines cheerful
Your loving correction
Is so great an affection
Though it brings sorrow
Joy comes on the morrow
You will never allow
One of yours to bow
To any secret sin
Nothing evil within
But you drive us away
From every evil to sway
A Father’s strong hand
Means a love so grand
He will not let me kiss
That which will miss
The joy of His glory
Let me shout out the story
Of a God who takes wrath
Out of my path
And on to His Son
By such grace I am won
In Christ are all yes- a poem on Psalm 91
To be hid in His mighty hand
There the strength to stand
In God is all power
He is my strong tower
There is none other
Closer than a brother
No lion brings fright
No beast in the night
Nor an army of legions
Out of the nether regions
For my soul is secure
The cross has made me pure
From wrath I have been hid
Of guilt I am now rid
All promises to bless
In Christ are all yes
There the strength to stand
In God is all power
He is my strong tower
There is none other
Closer than a brother
No lion brings fright
No beast in the night
Nor an army of legions
Out of the nether regions
For my soul is secure
The cross has made me pure
From wrath I have been hid
Of guilt I am now rid
All promises to bless
In Christ are all yes
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Your Days are Set -a poem on Psalm 90
Before time began
Before children ran
God was there
Ruling the air
Always and forever
No end whatsoever
Made us from dust
Out of earth’s crust
Owning all breath
Determines each death
O never forget
Your days are set
His wrath is justified
But Christ was crucified
His anger is right
Yet I’m just in His sight
Guilt far removed
I am now approved
Though I deserved sadness
He has brought me gladness
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