Tuesday, November 24, 2009

THANK GOD I AM FREE

James McFall

For a long time I traveled
Down a long lonely road;
My heart was so heavy in sin I sank low.
Then I heard about Jesus,
What a wonderful hour;
I’m so glad that I found out
He could bring me out
Through His saving power.

Thank God I am free, free, free
From this world of sin.
I've been washed in the blood of Jesus,
I’ve been born again.
Hallelujah, I’m saved, saved, saved
By His wonderful grace.
I’m so glad that I found out
He could bring me out
And show me the way.

Like a bird out of prison
That has taken its flight;
Like a blind man that God
Gave back his sight.
Like a poor wretched beggar
That’s found fortune and fame,
I’m so glad that I found out
He could bring me out
Thro’ His holy name.

Thank God I am free, free, free
From this world of sin.
I've been washed in the blood of Jesus,
I’ve been born again.
Hallelujah, I’m saved, saved, saved
By His wonderful grace.
I’m so glad that I found out
He could bring me out
And show me the way.

Thursday, November 19, 2009

THE SEARCH IS OVER

Ronnie Hinson & Mike Payne

He knows what you're going through
He's walked in your shoes,
And He's felt the pain
'Til His tears fell like rain,
And His heart broke in two.
He knows how it feels alone
When all of His friends were gone,
Yet He walked up that hill,
Doing His Father's will
To die for you.

The search is over
You've found a friend for life.
He'll lead you from the dark
Into His heavenly light.
The search is over
'Though your hearts been breaking,
Jesus is waiting,
The search is over.

We all have a choice to make,
There's two roads to take.
Have you carried sin's load
When down the wrong road
Have you lost your way?
Now the Father stands at the door,
And He looks down the road once more;
He sees you coming home,
You've wandered so long,
Now it's homecoming day.

The search is over
You've found a friend for life.
He'll lead you from the dark
Into His heavenly light.
The search is over
'Though your hearts been breaking,
Jesus is waiting,
The search is over.


Thursday, November 12, 2009

JOSHUA'S SONG

Sheri Easter

Sheri Easter wrote this special song in memory of a brave little boy that touched her heart and was an inspiration to many, Joshua Lee Young (1999-2005). You can remember about Joshua by visiting www.caringbridge.org/sc/joshua


Remember Joshua led an awesome battle
Marched around the city seven times
The walls came down and gave him honor
'Cause he knew all along that God would lead his fight


Are you tired of fighting, weary soldier?
Lay your weapon down and rest awhile
I know you’re tired and weary from your battle
So lay back in God’s arms and rest tonight

You’re beaten by the raging war inside you
You’re stumbling 'cause your steps are getting weak
Your head hangs low and though a tiny smile escapes you
In your eyes surrender is all I see


Are you tired of fighting, weary soldier?
Lay your weapon down and rest awhile
I know you’re tired and weary from your battle
So lay back in God’s arms and rest tonight


Her heart is breaking as she holds him tightly
This war won’t last much longer she can see
She knows the final surrender won’t come easy
So she prays for strength and softly whispers
“Now you’re free”


Are you tired of fighting, weary soldier?
Lay your weapon down and rest awhile
I know you’re tired and weary from your battle
So lay back in God’s arms and rest tonight




Tuesday, November 10, 2009

PRAISE YOU IN THIS STORM

Mark Hall

I was sure by now,God,
That You would have reached down
And wiped our tears away,
Stepped in and saved the day
But once again, I say, "Amen"
And it's still raining
As the thunder rolls,
I barely hear You whisper through the rain,
"I'm with you"
And as Your mercy falls
I raise my hands and praise
The God who gives and takes away.

And I'll praise you in this storm
And I will lift my hands
For You are who You are
No matter where I am
And every tear I've cried
You hold in your hand
You never left my side
And though my heart is torn
I will praise You in this storm

I remember when
I stumbled in the wind
You heard my cry
You raised me up again
My strength is almost gone
How can I carry on
If I can't find You?
And as the thunder rolls
I barely hear You whisper through the rain
"I'm with you"
And as Your mercy falls
I raise my hands and praise
The God who gives and takes away

And I'll praise you in this storm
And I will lift my hands
For You are who You are
No matter where I am
And every tear I've cried
You hold in your hand
You never left my side
And though my heart is torn
I will praise You in this storm

I lift my eyes onto the hills
Where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord,
The maker of heaven and earth
I lift my eyes onto the hills
Where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord,
The maker of heaven and earth

And I'll praise you in this storm
And I will lift my hands
For You are who You are
No matter where I am
And every tear I've cried
You hold in your hand
You never left my side
And though my heart is torn
I will praise You in this storm


Friday, November 6, 2009

FARTHER ALONG

J.R.Baxter and W.B.Stevens

Tempted and tried, we're oft made to wonder
Why it should be thus all the day long,
While there are others living about us,
Never molested, though in the wrong.

Farther along we'll know all about it,
Farther along we'll understand why;
Cheer up my brother, live in the sunshine,
We'll understand it all by and by.

When death has come and taken our loved ones,
It leaves our home so lonely and drear,
Then do we wonder why others prosper
Living so wicked year after year.

Farther along we'll know all about it,
Farther along we'll understand why;
Cheer up my brother, live in the sunshine,
We'll understand it all by and by.

Faithful til death, said our loving Master
A few more days to labor and wait,
Toils of the road will then seem as nothing
As we sweep through the beautiful gate.

Farther along we'll know all about it,
Farther along we'll understand why;
Cheer up my brother, live in the sunshine,
We'll understand it all by and by.

When we see Jesus, coming in glory,
When He comes from His home in the sky,
Then we shall meet Him in that bright mansion,
We'll understand it all by and by.

Farther along we'll know all about it,
Farther along we'll understand why;
Cheer up my brother, live in the sunshine,
We'll understand it all by and by.


Wednesday, November 4, 2009

SANCTUARY

Author Unknown

Lord, prepare me to be a sanctuary
Pure and holy, tried and true
With thanksgiving, I'll be a living
Sanctuary for You

It is you, Lord
Who came to save
The heart and soul
Of every man
It is you Lord
Who knows my weakness
Who gives me strength
With thine own hand.

Lord, prepare me to be a sanctuary
Pure and holy, tried and true
With thanksgiving, I'll be a living
Sanctuary for You

Lead Me on, Lord
From temptation
Purify me
From within
Fill my heart with
Your Holy Spirit
Take away all my sin

Lord, prepare me to be sanctuary
Pure and holy, tried and true
With thanksgiving, I'll be a living
Sanctuary for You


Monday, November 2, 2009

EXCUSES

Author Unknown

Excuses, excuses, you'll hear them every day
And the Devil he'll supply them if from church you stay away
When people come to know the Lord, the devil always loses
So to keep them folks away from church he offers those excuses

In the summer, it's too hot, and in the winter, it's too cold
In the spring time when the weather's just right, you find some place else to go
Well, it's up to the mountains or down to the beach or to visit some old friend
Or, to just stay home and kinda relax and hope that some of the kin folks start dropping in.

Well, the church benches are too hard, and that choir sings way too loud.
Boy, you know how nervous you get when you're sitting in a great big crowd.
The doctor told you, "Now, you better watch those crowds. They'll set you back."
But you go to that old ball game because you say it helps you to relax.

Well, a headache Sunday morning and a backache Sunday night.
But by worktime Monday morning, you're feeling quite alright.
Well, one of the children has a cold, "Pneumonia, do you suppose?"
Why, the whole family had to stay home, just to blow that poor kid's nose.

Excuses, excuses, you'll hear them every day.
And the devil he'll supply them if from church you stay away.
When people come to know the Lord, the devil always loses
So to keep them folks away from church, he offers those excuses.

Well, the preacher he's too young, and maybe he's too old.
The sermons they're not hard enough, and maybe they're too bold.
His voice is much too quiet-like. Sometimes he gets too loud.
He needs to have more dignity, or else he's way too proud.

Well, the sermons they're too long, and maybe they're too short.
He ought to preach the word with dignity instead of "stomp and snort."
Well, that preacher we've got must be "the world's most stuck up man."
Well, one of the lady's told me the other day, "Well, he didn't even shake my hand."

Excuses, excuses, you'll hear them every day.
And the devil he'll supply them if from church you stay away.
When people come to know the Lord, the devil always loses
So to keep them folks away from church, he offers those excuses.