Sit back, find a comfy chair, grab a cup of tea.......then feel free to enjoy the poetry on this 'front porch'.This poetry is written first and foremost TO BRING GOD GLORY!!It reflects thoughts on life, love and God.May you be refreshed, encouraged, challenged and comforted....and leave with a new appreciation and joy in the mighty God we serve! God bless you and to Him be the glory, Janet Martin......
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Who Is He?
Who is this One they call God’s Son?
And loves us beyond all measure
In humble birth He came to earth
To make vile sinners His treasure
Who is He, this babe so wee?
Of which the angels sing
This tiny stranger in the manger
Of which the heavens ring
He is Wonderful Counselor, He is Mighty God
He is Everlasting Father
The Prince of Peace whose reign won’t cease
Name above all others
Who is the One who is hanging alone
On a cold and cruel tree
He prays aloud for the seething crowd
In spite of His agony
Who is He, who can this be?
Bearing the weight of sin
‘Neath thorny crown as the sun goes down
He answers ‘it is done’
He is Wonderful Counselor, He is Mighty God
He is Everlasting Father
The Prince of Peace whose reign won’t cease
Name above all others
Who is He who sets us free
Within this holy flood?
As white as snow within the flow
He cleanses with His blood
He will receive all who believe
Oh, won’t you come today
Or will you ignore a loving Lord
And coldly turn away?....
….from a Wonderful Counselor, A Mighty God
An Everlasting Father
The Prince of Peace whose reign won’t cease
Name above all others
Will you spurn a Wonderful Counselor?
Your Everlasting Father
The Mighty God, the Prince of peace
Who loves us like no other?
All Rights Reserved
Janet Martin 12/12/09
WE are having the kid’s Sunday School
Christmas Program tomorrow night.
It ends with this verse:
He will be called Wonderful Counselor,
Mighty God, Everlasting Father,
Prince of Peace,
Of the increase of His government there
Will be no end. Isa.9:6-7
As I listened to it this morning
At our last practice, His names seemed to impact
me….maybe because hearing it from a child sometimes
touches us more deeply somehow…..
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