Monday, August 31, 2009

SALVATION IS A MIRACLE TO ME

DIANNE WILKINSON

JESUS, THE HOLY ONE, GOD'S OWN BEGOTTEN SON
WORSHIP HIM AND LET HIS PRAISES RING
WELL, HE RAISED THE CRIPPLED MAN,
MADE HIM TO WALK AGAIN
VOICES ONCE SILENT NOW CAN SING!
WHEN HE SAYS "PEACE BE STILL",
WINDS MUST OBEY HIS WILL
HE SPEAKS AND BLINDED EYES CAN SEE
BUT GREATER THAN ALL OF THESE
IS A SINNER DOWN ON HIS KNEES
SALVATION IS A MIRACLE TO ME


SALVATION IS A MIRACLE TO ME
ALL HEAVEN CHEERS WHEN ONE LOST SINNER'S BEEN
SET FREE
HE CAME TO DIE THAT WE MIGHT LIVE
AND THE LIFE HE GIVES WE LIVE ABUNDANTLY!
I KNOW HE FED THE CROWDS WITH JUST FIVE LOAVES OF BREAD
HE WALKED UPON THE SEA AND EVEN RAISED THE DEAD
BUT OF ALL THE SIGNS AND WONDERS THIS WORLD WILL EVER SEE
SALVATION IS A MIRAC
LE TO ME

Saturday, August 29, 2009

I'LL NOT TURN MY BACK ON HIM NOW

Sandy Knight

"Curse the Lord and die," she said.
"Job, curse the Lord and die."
He said, "No, I'll not turn my back on Him now.
My vows were made for good or bad,
He's been the best friend I've ever had
And I'll not turn my back on Him now."

I'll not turn my back on Him now.
He's given to me everything I have.
He gave me my first breath,
I'll give Him my last.
I'll not turn my back on Him now.

There they go, old Job's possessions,
Everything that Job held precious.
Job said, "Bless the name of the Lord.
Friends and family, houses and land,
God holds all things in His hands
And I'll not turn my back on Him now."

I'll not turn my back on Him now.
He's given to me everything I have.
He gave me my first breath,
I'll give Him my last.
I'll not turn my back on Him now.

Friday, August 28, 2009

THE KEY

Phil Cross

There is a key, only one key
Unlocking everything. One of a kind.
Put in a place for everyone to see.
There for every "whosoever will" to find.

I can unlock the shackles of sin's prison.
I can open up the very gates of hell.
I can swing wide the doorway up to heaven
All because the key was hung on a nail.

There on the tree they placed the answer
To peace and happiness, to everlasting love.
There on the cross they placed the Savior.
Now the lost below can reach to God above.

I can unlock the shackles of sin's prison,
Even open up the very gates of hell,
I can swing wide the doorway up to heaven
All because the key was hung on a nail.

Christ is the key, the key that frees us.
That's why I'll spend the endless ages praising Jesus!

I can unlock the shackles of sin's prison,
Even open up the very gates of hell,
I can swing wide the doorway up to heaven
All because the key was hung on a nail.

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

SOON WE WILL SEE

Rodney Griffin

Soon I may face a dark storm of trouble
And have to sail through a tempest so rough,
Or I may have to climb a mountain of sorrow.
It's coming if I live long enough.
But there's something ahead that keeps me from dreading
The sadness I'll face here below.
You see, the stage is prepared, and soon the curtain will open
To a city where I long to go.

Soon we will see the portals of glory
Soon we will see the Great I Am
Soon we will hear the angels cry "Holy!"
Soon we will see the Lamb.

What could I face that could steal the excitement
Of this that will soon come to pass?
These burdens down here, at times they're so heavy,
But it's written that they will not last.
For soon they will be overpowered by a trumpet
Announcing it's time to move on
To a place that's prepared for those who've made ready
For a meeting with Almighty God.

Soon we will see the portals of glory
Soon we will see the Great I Am
Soon we will hear the angels cry "Holy!"
Soon we will see the Lamb.

Thursday, August 20, 2009

FOURTH MAN WALKING

Sandy Knight

Let me remind you of a story, shall I tell it once more,
'Twas a wicked king, a burning fire and three Hebrew boys.
Now the king had formed an idol, shining image of gold,
Three refused to bow and, so the story goes on,
How they cast 'em in the fire, how they numbered them again.
Now does my vision fail me? There's an unaccounted man.

There was a fourth man walking in the midst of the fire,
Likened to the living Son of God.
Behold He has freed the Hebrew three
And walks where feet of men have never trod.
For I see Shadrach walking in the midst of the burning furnace,
Meshach strolling while the flames were rolling,
And old Abednego I see, and that makes up the three,
But there's a 4th man walking, who is He?

You say you're walking in the fire, and it's burning your feet
I know One who'll walk beside you, Lord, His presence is sweet.
And even thought the fire's raging, flames of doubt leaping high
Just take a look, you'll find Him standing there by your side.
Always there in time of trouble with deliverance in His hand.
I think I know exactly who the 4th man is.

There was a fourth man walking in the midst of the fire,
Likened to the living Son of God.
Behold He has freed the Hebrew three
And walks where feet of men have never trod.
For I see Shadrach walking in the midst of the burning furnace,
Meshach strolling while the flames were rolling,
And old Abednego I see, and that makes up the three,
But there's a 4th man walking, who is He?

Monday, August 17, 2009

YOU'RE ALREADY GONNA LIVE FOREVER

Mark Bishop

From the day you were born, you stared on a journey.
Trying to do the right thing, running from the wrong.
I was doing pretty good until I got a little older,
And I never knew what hit me when the devil came along.
I knew there was something missing in my life.
Felt a little tug, but I never would obey.
Then I found me a church and I listened to the preacher.
Made a lot of sense when I heard him say...

You're already gonna live forever.
Don't you wanna know somebody over there.
Have you made up your mind where you're gonna be living?
You're gonna live forever and you better know where.
You're gonna live forever and you better know where.

Everywhere I look, I see a lot of people,
Living like tomorrow never will arrive.
Trying everything that comes down the road,
It's by the grace of God that they're even still alive.
They don't wanna know there's gonna come a day
When we will give account for everything we've done.
They don't think about that resurrection morning.
When they think it's over, it's really just begun.

You're already gonna live forever.
Don't you wanna know somebody over there.
Have you made up your mind where you're gonna be living?
You're gonna live forever and you better know where.
You're gonna live forever and you better know where.


Sunday, August 16, 2009

TOO MUCH TO GAIN TO LOSE

Dottie Rambo

Too many miles behind me
Too many trials are through
Too many tears help me remember
There’s just too much to gain to lose.

Too many sunsets lie behind the mountain
Too many rivers my feet have walked through
Too many treasures are waiting over yonder
There’s just too much to gain to lose.

I’ve crossed the hot burning desert
Struggling the right road to choose
But somewhere up ahead, there’s cool, clear water
And defeat is one word I don’t use.

Too many sunsets lie behind the mountain
Too many rivers my feet have walked through
Too many treasures are waiting over yonder
There’s just too much to gain to lose.

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

HELD

Christa Wells

Two months is too little
They let him go
They had no sudden healing
To think that providence
Would take a child from his mother
While she prays, is appalling
Who told us we'd be rescued
What has changed and
Why should we be saved from nightmares
We're asking why this happens to us
Who have died to live, it's unfair

This is what it means to be held
How it feels, when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive
This is what it is to be loved and to know
That the promise was when everything fell
We'd be held

This hand is bitterness
We want to taste it and
Let the hatred numb our sorrows
The wise hand opens slowly
To lilies of the valley and tomorrow

This is what it means to be held
How it feels, when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive
This is what it is to be loved and to know
That the promise was when everything fell
We'd be held

If hope is born of suffering
If this is only the beginning
Can we not wait, for one hour
Watching for our savior

This is what it means to be held
How it feels, when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive
This is what it is to be loved and to know
That the promise was when everything fell
We'd be held

Monday, August 10, 2009

THERE'LL BE A PAYDAY

Diana Gillette

Down here my steps grow weary,
And the road gets rough and long;
Sometimes I think I'm all alone,
Yet I'll still carry on;
For a brighter day is coming,
And it thrills my heart to know;
There'll be a payday at the end of the road.

There'll be a payday at the end of life's road,
When I stroll down the streets of pure gold;
I'll have a crown to wear beyond compare,
Put on a long white robe;
I'll find my payday at the end of the road.

Some folks are planning futures,
As they search for earthly gain;
They're busy building hopes and dreams,
But it all will be in vain;
So I'm laying up my treasure,
And I'm working my way home;
Where there's a payday at the end of the road.

There'll be a payday at the end of life's road,
When I stroll down the streets of pure gold;
I'll have a crown to wear beyond compare,
Put on a long white robe;
I'll find my payday at the end of the road.


Saturday, August 8, 2009

SHEPHERD, SHOW ME HOW TO GO

Lyman Brackett

Shepherd, show me how to go
O'er the hillside steep,
How to gather, how to sow,
How to feed Thy sheep.
I will listen for Thy voice,
Lest my footsteps stray;
I will follow and rejoice
All the rugged way.

Thou wilt bind the stubborn will,
Wound the callous breast,
Make self righteousness be still,
Break earth's stupid rest.
Strangers on a barren shore,
Laboring long and lone,
We would enter by the door,
And Thou knowest Thine own.

So, when day grows dark and cold,
Tear or triumph harms,
Lead Thy lambkins to the fold,
Take them in Thine arms.
Feed the hungry, heal the heart,
Till the morning's beam;
White as wool, 'ere they depart,
Shepherd, wash them clean.

Friday, August 7, 2009

'TIL THE STORM PASSES BY

Mosie Lister

In the dark of the midnight,
Have I oft hid my face;
While the storm howls above me,
And there's no hiding place;
'Mid the crash of the thunder,
Precious Lord, hear my cry;
"Keep me safe 'til the storm passes by."

'Til the storm passes over,
'Til the thunder sounds no more;
'Til the clouds roll forever from the sky,
Hold me fast, let me stand,
In the hollow of Thy hand;
Keep me safe 'til the storm passes by.

Many times Satan whispers,
"There is no need to try;
For there's no end of sorrow,
There's no hope by and by";
But I know Thou art with me,
And tomorrow I'll rise;
Where the storms never darken the skies.

'Til the storm passes over,
'Til the thunder sounds no more;
'Til the clouds roll forever from the sky,
Hold me fast, let me stand,
In the hollow of Thy hand;
Keep me safe 'til the storm passes by.

When the long night has ended,
And the storms come no more,
Let me stand in Thy presence.
On that bright, peaceful shore.
In that land where the tempest
Never comes, Lord may I
Dwell with Thee when the storm passes by.

'Til the storm passes over,
'Til the thunder sounds no more;
'Til the clouds roll forever from the sky,
Hold me fast, let me stand,
In the hollow of Thy hand;
Keep me safe 'til the storm passes by.



Thursday, August 6, 2009

WE SPEAK YOUR NAME

Jason Clark

What is it that we do
When our world comes crashing in?
Life is hard, it seems
That there is no end
When our heart is torn,
Our faith is worn
And friends are hard to find
We speak Your Name,
O Precious Lord
You bring peace of mind

We speak Your Name
We speak Your Name
In times of joy,
In times of pain
We speak Your Name
We speak Your Name
In sunshine or rain
We speak Your Name

The doctor gives no hope
"We've done all we can do"
Times are hard, money's short
And the bills are due
When your strength is gone,
The days seem long
You feel like giving in
Just speak the Name of our God
You'll find strength in Him

We speak Your Name
We speak Your Name
In times of joy,
In times of pain
We speak Your Name
We speak Your Name
In sunshine or rain
We speak Your Name

My Rock, my Shield,
My Hiding Place,
My boundless store of grace
My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End,
My Savior & my Friend

We speak Your Name
We speak Your Name
In times of joy,
In times of pain
We speak Your Name
We speak Your Name
In sunshine or rain
We speak Your Name


Tuesday, August 4, 2009

JESUS CAN

Ricky Atkinson

If I could, I would take away
The troubles weighing heavy on your mind
And in your life.
If I could, I would wipe away
The sorrows that you feel deep down inside
And make them mine.
But there's only just so much
A friend in need can help you through along the way.
But I'm glad to say I know the One
Who will be there to help you when you pray.

If I could, I would take you by the hand
And lead your through this valley wide,
Stand upon the mountain high.
If I could, I would walk you
'Cross the burning desert sand,
Restore your soul to sweeter water
From a better land.
But I'm sure that in my strongest hour
I still could not possess the power
To bring you through the raging fire you must withstand,
But remember, Jesus can.

If I could, I would wipe away
The tears that stain your pillow in the night
And make it right.
If I could, I would lift you up
Above the clouds of doubt and fearful cries
With all my might.
But the truth remains the same,
Though I try my best I'm still a man like you.
But I'm glad to say I know the One
Who will be there to help you make it through.

If I could, I would take you by the hand
And lead your through this valley wide,
Stand upon the mountain high.
If I could, I would walk you
'Cross the burning desert sand,
Restore your soul to sweeter water
From a better land.
But I'm sure that in my strongest hour
I still could not possess the power
To bring you through the raging fire you must withstand,
But remember, Jesus can.