Quiet TimesIn the quiet timesLord I hear you bestunfortunately they'refew and short.I wont God, only tosee you more.But I understand It'sup to me, I must maketime for us.In my crazy non-stopworld. I want to getaway to a quiet placeand spend some timewith you.To revive my love andfaith, and start againanew. With this worldfighting and tempting meat every turn I find I'mtoo weak.I must remember that Icould never hope toprevail against the wilesof the devil by myself.It's you Lord, it's youwho gives me strength andrefuge. I can win battlesonly with you, and if I'mnot to fight. I canalways run to the safehaven of your lovingarms, protective andsecure. I feel withevery step I take withyou satin is right thereto trip me up. And thosetimes that I fall on myface the devil throwsguilt, shame andcondemnation. The thingsthat make me want tohide my face from you.But you Love me no lesswhen I fail. Jesus'death on the cross wasfor my sins as well andHis res
UndeservingOn the Cross He died for me,to cover my sins and to buymy soul from death.I am undeserving...The suffering he enduredshould have been mine.I am undeserving...I'm not being conceited, hedied for all mankind. Everyonewas bought and paid for withhis blood, sinner & saint alike.I am undeserving...However the ransom that waspaid with each precious dropis also an invitation to followHim and live a righteous life.I am undeserving...If the invitation is passed bythe ultimate end is eternalseparation from God.Of which I am deserving of...But the reward for acceptance is eternallife with the Father.I am undeserving...I acknowledge I am fullyundeserving of this gift,but I would have been a foolto turn it down, thankful that aperfect God could love an such animperfect and undeserving man andsave him from himself...
You cry out silentlyYou cry out silently......You cry out silentlyseeking to fill the perfect void in your soulYou try in veinto find meaning in an unforgiving worldYou search dailyfor something to quench your inexhaustible thirstEverydaythe void growsEverydaythe world blame moreEverydaythe thirst deepensWhen will it endWhere will it endHow will it endIt Will End...Seek truth earnestlyThe answers will find youI don't have all the answersBut I do know of what I speakDeath holds no power over meI am secured in eternityWhen the flesh passesThe spirit will soar
Cant you seeCan't you see________________________________Can't you seeHe is the only oneReal oneI need toSet me free fromThe chains of eternal damnation
Telephone ConversationHello...This is he.Hey! how ya' been?!Yes, yes I do.uhuh.sure, ask me anything...Yes I am,I was eight, just a kid.Well the pieces just kinda' came together.Yea' I knew right away.Well I felt different but...No, I still mess up but that's...Yea' that's what I was going to say...Yep, forgives me every time, but I gotta' ask.No, it's not a license to just...right.I do my best but I'm still human.That's right...Unconditionally...No, life's not any easier sometimes harder,yes, it's definitely worth it...I'm just covered, that's all..by grace.in a word... secure.Yea!You do?Wow that's great,Just repeat after me..."Heavenly Father, I want to be a real Christian...I realize that my sins have separated me from You...Please forgive me...I believe in what Jesus Christ did for me on the cross...Thank You that Jesus Christ rose from the dead...I do want to be a child of Yours...Please come into my life, Lord Jesus, and make me Your child right now...I'll follow You
Still He CallsStill He Calls...___________________________________________________I wandered through life in a sea of discontentin a state of aragance that revolved around my needsStill he called Me...I didn't deserve anything but deathI was created to love and servebut all I did was hate and demandStill he called Me...Humility was not in my vocabularyI knew no shameStill he called Me...he called Me...called Me...Me...He...He called...He called me...i answered, eyes openedamased in the Glory of Gracerescued from the fire of blind existanceno longer doomed to eternal seperationmy name forever writen in His bookwith His own bloodStill He calls me...and i answer...4.26.01S3K