Jesus the crucified one, God’s only begotten Son, Laid in a borrowed tomb, Wrapped in inglorious gloom, A ministry’s lifetime undone. Until the third day’s morn, Death’s strong grip was torn, And He rose from the grave, Living to seek and to save, The forsaken and forlorn. In His victory, we win, So those trapped [...]
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Time spent apart Has scarred my heart Yet you gently address each wound. With loving care, You heal and repair, And broken strings now are attuned.
The Spirit of the living God Is like the current of a stream, Transporting us within its banks, Sometimes raging, sometimes serene. His leading and guiding hand Can at times feel out of control; Yet we know He is moving us To a place that is best for our soul. Sometimes He conducts us to [...]
The rhythm and cadence of life, Marked by joy and sorrow and strife, Urges me to join in its dance, By its subtle, hypnotic trance. Yet faintly, beneath it all, I hear the Creator’s gentle call, Unhurried by the rising noise, Manifest by peace and poise, Compelling me to quiet my spirit, Just long enough [...]
Love so deep So rich, so full Manifest in human form A cosmic leap Love’s strong pull Brought God to us to transform Humility And grace profound God took on the robe of flesh Tranquility Where wars abound Justice and mercy now enmesh Life for life Love for hate Healing for the lost and abused [...]
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
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?