I'm So Glad.....

I’m so glad there is no one He will turn away
And there’s nothing that we can do
But simply believe that He is the Way
To Heaven, when this life is through
I am so glad there is just one God
There is no other God but He
Father, Son and Holy Ghost
Oh Glorious Trinity
I am so glad He loved us so much
That God sent His Son to man
Knowing that through His perfect blood
We will receive hope again
I am so glad He loved us so
Sinful and wretched, we
Yet He came down so we may know
His passion for humanity
I am so glad that he did not withhold
The best that He could give
But on a hillside dark and cold
He died so we may live
I am so glad for Bethlehem
I’m glad for Calvary
For now each one who comes to Him
From sin’s curse is set free
I’m glad that He said ‘whosoever will’
For that means you and me
I’m so glad He loved us and loves us still
Once eternally

Janet~

He was pierced for our transgressions,
He was crushed for our iniquities;
The punishment that brought us peace
Was upon Him;
And by His wounds we are healed. Isa. 53:5

…and him that comes to Me
I will in no wise cast out. John 6:37

The Third Day

If You had missed the third day
There’d be no dry land or seas
No lovely weeping willow
Swaying gently in the breeze
No carpet lush with clover
No scent of up-turned sod
No thousand, thousand colored blooms
Designed by our Great God

If You had missed the third day
There’d be no meadows sweet
No trees, no grass or autumn hills
No calm woodland retreat
The lupine, rose and daisy
Never would exist
If You for unknown reasons
The third day would have missed

If You had missed the third day
Deaths seal would not be broken
The message of the prophets
Should have remained unspoken
There would be no assurance
In obeying Your command
No desire to bow beneath
The scepter in Your hand

If You had missed the third day
There would be no victory
No glory in the power
Of the Holy Trinity
If You had missed the third day
What dismal, hopeless gloom
If You had missed the third day
Never rising from Your tomb

But there was a third day
For such a worm as I
Jesus rose the third day
So I will never die
I bow on tender grasses
And hug Your meadows sweet
Thank-you for the third day
To make Your love complete

By Janet Martin All Rights reserved