The tremendous tragedy of the cross* A victory gained at such a cost Love now proven and personified As mercy and grace bled and died And God slain rose from the grave To emancipate the sin-bound slave *This line is a direct quote from Oswald Chambers’ “My Utmost For His Highest” November 20
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Grace, by its very nature, is extravagant Given freely to us sinners to be spent Not to be hoarded or kept in reserve But to be poured out on those who we serve For we know we have not earned its receipt It flows incessantly from the mercyseat So today, receive God’s grace with delight [...]
When storms assail And friendships fail On this wearying journey thru life When my soul is sore And temptation’s lure Seems stronger than my will to fight Then my prayers turn to pleading And the Spirit’s interceding Bids my fears begin receding As I feel my Savior’s presence When loved ones die With no good-bye [...]
Last night, during our weekly gathering, our pastor reminded us why we exist as a church. We do not exist for ourselves, but for this hurting world. And he also reminded us that we are living stones. I immediately thought of this Wendall Berry poem: Cathedral Stone of the earth made of its own weight [...]
In view of all you do for me, In view of Christ’s surrender, Why do I still choose to be A devious rule-bender?
When my faith is weak When my heart does not believe When doubts and fears deceive Still my tongue must speak I must voice the prayer That belies my lack of faith That fights my lack of grace And lays my soul bare When my voice is weak When it cannot form a sound [...]
No matter what I have or have not done, Whether I live as an orphan or as a son, In each battle lost or each victory won, Your gentle love draws me in. Your patient love welcomes in. Even when I make the same mistakes, And even when I abuse your grace, [...]
The written word cannot convey, or art or song or dance array your beauty and splendor. And so I surrender to the fact that I must, from dust, ascribe to you the praise you’re due. We write of you who cannot be written. We sing of you who cannot be sung. We paint of [...]
In the midst of my confusion, When I have no where else to turn, When my heart is one contusion, And when bridges have been burned, I find your cheering presence Here deep inside of me, And as I soak in your essence, You bring hope and clarity.
Fill me with your holiness, To the point of overflowing, Satisfied with nothing less, Indwelt sin overthrowing, Rescued from my deep distress, Reaping where your Spirit’s sowing.
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