It Will Be Enough

The magnitude of my great need
Envelopes my mind
I’m tempted to yield to defeat
When in tones soft and kind
A blessed reassurance
Softly whispers from above
‘I am your Deliverance
And it will be enough’

The image of my wretchedness
Could blind my feeble eyes
Or cause a dread to sweep my soul
Until I realize
With hope renewed, this truth again
There is no other love
But One; which washes sinners clean
And it will be enough

Someday before His throne I’ll bow
I need not dread the hour
For in salvation’s crimson flow
He saves us by His power
There is naught that I can do
To earn this precious love
It is free for me and you
And it will be enough

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He does not treat us as our sins deserve
Or repay us according to our iniquities.
For as high as the heavens are above the earth
So great is His love for those who fear Him. Ps.103:10-11

No Other God......

The news with all its doom and gloom
Might cause our hearts to fear
For all across this sad old world
We know the end is near
As evil walks with evil
In an army cold with sin
Their captain is the devil
And they think that they will win

But the God who stood with David
To bring the giant down
Is the same God we serve today
He can’t be over thrown
He sealed the mouths of lions
Stood with Daniel in that den
And in the fiery furnace
No flame could scorch those men

Though man may boast of lesser gods
And claim a greater plan
No other God can live within
The hearts of fallen man
No other God can render peace
As hatred’s surges roll
Or bid the wind and waves to cease
Or save a sinful soul

And the God who created the heavens and earth
Abides with us alway
The God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob
Is still the same today
No other god can go before
Or ever take His place
No other God holds our reward
Or saves us by His grace

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Jesus Christ, the same
Yesterday, today and forever. Heb. 13:8

In Him we have redemption through His blood;
The forgiveness of our trespasses, according to the riches
Of His grace…Ephes. 1:7

Carpet of Sod

Upon the carpet of the earth
Meets our misery and mirth
Upon the splendor and the spoil
Still we tarry and we toil
We are pilgrims of the sod
On a journey up to God

Upon a sad, sin-stained plateau
Seasons come and seasons go
There is naught a man can do
To detain an hour or two
But the Hand that turns the wheel
Sees the humble pilgrim kneel

As He paints each field and hill
In the colors of his will
As His splendor cloaks the world
In a wreath of love unfurled
On this carpet made of sod
We can touch the hand of God

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Dawn.......

Like a glimmer of breathless expectation
A tremor above the horizon-line
A soundless softening of creation
As the deeper shades resign
To the whisper of the heavens
Though the night’s dark veil is drawn
Just behind this heavy curtain
Lies the splendor of the dawn

See the mellowing of purple
Hint of gold beyond the blue
As a Power; silent, subtle
Breathes a sigh of gentler hue
On this bed of darkened fallow
On a plain of sad despair
See His love, a golden halo
Gleaming on this groaning sphere

Like a symbol of His awesome wonder
Morning spills across the earth
Like a soundless golden thunder
It envelopes the universe
See the light of His great glory
See the wonder of the Son
Oh, before this day is history
May another soul be won

Like a glimmer of breathless expectation
A tremor in the heart of God
He extends another pleading invitation
To the cold, unbroken sod
He yearns to see a soundless softening
Before eternity’s dark veil is drawn
For just behind this heavy, silent curtain
Waits the glory of an endless Dawn

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On Coveting......

When I vainly yearn and crave
For the things I do not have,
When foolishly I fret and pine
For the things that are not mine
It seems that I should not deserve
The many blessings that I have……..
It seems that I should look above
And thank God for His grace and love

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It's a Beautiful Life

The red sun just broke through the wall of dark gray
Flooding the dawn with its light
Bursting into a fiery display
I gaze with rapturous delight
Suddenly all of my trouble and pain
All of my worry and strife
Seem small; I see Your glory again
Oh, it’s a beautiful life

A big old crow heralds the dawn
I smile at his raucous cry
I guess each sings with the voice he is given
Glory to God on high
Trouble and turmoil there ever will be
But God guides us through the strife
There’s not a moment that He cannot see
Oh, it’s a beautiful life

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I’m thinking this morning of those
Who need to look hard to see the beauty.
Flood victims in Pakistan,
Trapped miners in Chile,
The orphans of Africa,
Intense need in many countries and hearts………
The list is endless
And yet there God is…..
Oh God, wrap Your arms around them


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Like a Song.........

Like a song, like a song in the dead of the night
Your love whispers to me
Above the demons, which seem to delight
In torment and misery
Into my inner heart of hearts
Sweet is the lullaby
Heavenly music; how great Thou art
As Your love flows from on high

Blessed are the poor in spirit, You say
Ah Lord, I am poor indeed
It seems I awake to a brand new day
To suffer a brand new need
Blesses are those who mourn and weep
When will my tears cease to flow?
There are so many who carelessly sleep
Without a Savior, you know
Blessed indeed are the humble and meek
Oh Lord, may I thus be
The spirit is willing; the flesh is weak
And I am so foolish, you see
Blessed are those who hunger and thirst
For things that are pure and right
Oh God, the food of this world is cursed
Guide my appetite
Blessed are the merciful, tender and kind
God, such as You are to me
May I in return help another to find
Your fountain of love rich and free
Blessed are the pure; in this wretched world
So stained with greed and lust
As all the forces of sin are unfurled
Oh God, in Thee we trust
Blessed are the peacemakers, though there may be
Turmoil and endless strife
If we hold His hand there is victory
At the end of this little life
Blessed are you, oh children of men
If you are hated and cursed
As You declare your love for Him…
For someday the last shall be first

Like a song, like a song in the dead of night
You whisper tenderly
Blessed are those who choose to do right
Someday they will dwell with me
Into my inner heart of hearts
Oh what a sweet hope is stirred
As I feel the mercy that never departs
And I hear the love of His word

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Matthew 5:1-12

Unexpectedly......

Sometimes it seems in the most sudden way
Or unexpected place
A grand realization floods over me
And tears stream down my face
I see all the pitiful things that I do
And wonder how it can be
That every day my whole life through
Jesus still loves me

It seems too often I give him my worst
But He returns His best
I am surely of man most cursed
But He has sealed my Rest
When I am lonely, discouraged or blue
He whispers so tenderly
Child, my love is faithful and true…..
…….Ah yes, my Jesus loves me

No height nor depth, nor width nor breadth
Can ever separate
His precious children from His love
And as I contemplate
His goodness to the sons of men
I cannot comprehend…..
My teardrops start to flow again
Oh Jesus, what a Friend

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I was reading a bedtime story to my daughter
Tonight……..and suddenly I paused…..too long.
She looked up at me and noticed tears streaming
Down my face…..
“You’re crying over an Uncle Arthur Bedtime Story?????”
She asked incredulously……
I told her I’m not really crying over the story…
I’m crying over the love!!!!!
It was a story about a little girl
who gave away her most precious dolly
to someone very needy!
I told her that I got to thinking…..
God loved us so much that He gave His very, very
Precious Son………..

Before Eternity.....

The day of Grace will soon be past
That final trump shall blow
As all the Godless souls are cast
To outer depths below
Like lightning from the east to west
So His coming will be
And then at last the pilgrim rests….
….and then , eternity

We’ll bow before His holiness
On trembling, humble knee
Where every tongue will now confess
That this is surely He…..
The One who took the form of man
And died upon a cross
Obedient to Salvation's plan
So not one soul is lost

The day of Grace will soon be past
But now we plead and pray
Appealing to His kind patience
Please wait just one more day
There are so many dead in sin
Perhaps today will be
The day when they will turn to Him…
….before eternity

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...bear in mind that our
Lord's patience means salvation...2 Pet.3:15


Today if you hear His voice,
do not harden your heart. Heb.3:8

For God so loved the world
that He gave His only Son
That whoever believes in Him
should not perish but have
eternal life. John 3:16

Jesus......

Jesus; sweet music is His name
What comfort fills each breath
Jesus; He took our sin and shame
To save our souls from death
Jesus; from His hands and feet
Redemption’s river flowed
Jesus; making us complete
When His grace is bestowed

Jesus; what fellowship divine
While sorrow's ages roll
Jesus; what blessed hope is mine
My brokenness made whole
Jesus; strengthening the weak
Restoring what was cursed
Jesus; Counselor to the meek
And Water for our thirst

Jesus; how His mercy gleams
His goodness never falters
Bring Him all your broken dreams
And leave them on the altars
Jesus; Father, Shepherd, Friend
He’ll never let us go
Jesus; Faithful to the end
Jesus; I love You so

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....and you are to give him
the name JESUS,
because He will save His people
from their sins. Matt.1:21

The wonder of His name filled me
with awe during the worship service this morning!
Oh, may that awe never fade!!!

To Serve.....

Oh God, we do not need a badge
Or special qualities
We do not need to pass a test
But one, down on our knees
If we have whispered ‘I believe’
We need no other merit
We have all that we will need
To serve the Holy Spirit

No accolades, no knighthood grand
No title or degree
We simply need to hold the Hand
That bled for you and me
For what more can this old world bring
In honor or estate
We are children of a King
The world chooses to hate

We do not need a special gown
No garb of royalty
Someday we will receive a crown
If we’re in his army
There is no fame we must acquire
No ladder we must climb
All we need is the desire
To give to Him our time……..

…….and if we give in His dear Name
There is no great or small
For to our Lord it’s all the same
He sees them, one and all
To serve our precious Lord and King
All we need is love
Then no matter what we bring
It will be enough

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And if anyone gives even a cup of cold water
to one of these little ones because he is my disciple
I tell you the truth,
he will ceratinly not lose his reward. Matt.10:42

Letting Go....

I can't, Oh God, I simply can't
I whispered wearily
"I know," He said, "But child, I CAN
So why won't you let Me?"

Janet Martin

....for My power is made perfect
in weakness. 2 Cor.12:9