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King of Kings

Our Father “Abba”
rules on high

grace in His left Hand
judgment in his right

revealed to flesh
in Jesus Christ

I knew you
before I formed you

I touched your broken body
I breathed your first breath

and I know all your dreams

I saw life through your eyes

I felt your hurt
I felt your pain

I knitted you in your
mother’s womb

I predestined you
to become Mine

no one could snatch you
out of my nail scarred hands

even with demons
in your mailbox
and satan’s hook
on your very soul

you are now bleached

like the driven snow

Copyright 2009 by Ron Cervero

Love

Love is the greatest gift
The greatest gift, so the good book says
Let your love show, Let your love grow
Love is the greatest gift

Love will never fail
Love never fails, so the good book says
Patient and kind, true peace of mind
Love is the greatest gift

Love can do no wrong
Love does no wrong, so the good book says
A gift from above, our God is love
Love is the greatest gift

Let your love show
Let your love grow
Love is the greatest gift
God is love

Copyright Ken Rich

Never

Never will I be under the influence again
To God I give thanks, in Jesus name, amen
Never will I not encourage someone in need
Because of my deliverance, it's required of me
Never will I be perfect trying to do God's will
But through my shortcomings, I know he loves me still
Never will I forget that Jesus paid the price
For my soul, my sins, my salvation, my life
Never again, will I call myself and addict
For my Lord and savior took away that bad habit
Never am I alone, of that I am faithful
So just for forever, I'll remain grateful
I'm a new creature, therefore I'm not the same
NEVER WILL A ROCK CRY OUT IN MY NAME

Never will I forget that I use to be an addict and I give God praise for my deliverance.

Written by Alphonso Rodgers

A Storm that begins to Clear

You see a gray sky
feels like your heart is beginning to die
You've been tossed and tried
all the tears you have cried
could make a river Life can deliver such pain
as the rain comes down
You have already seemed to drown
You feel stranded and abandoned
Love has left you empty handed
Then a light breaks through a cloud
You hear someone saying out loud
Don't be scared my child this is only mild
I have been with you all along
my love has kept you strong
This storm will clear and I will always be here
As long as you accept me here I will always care
Who is this person you say?
Well to find him this day all you have to do is pray

Copyright Christy

TEACH ME

Teach me how, Oh Lord, to walk with you
Teach me how, Oh Lord, to walk with you
I know I haven't done so well
I've tripped and fallen many times
But you were always there for me
to stand me on my feet again
Now teach me how, to walk with you

Teach me how, Oh Lord to trust in you
Teach me how, Oh Lord to trust in you
I know that many times before
you reached for me, I turned away
But since I put my trust in you
you've helped me in so many ways
Now teach me how, to trust in you
Teach me how, Oh Lord, to serve you well
Teach me how, Oh Lord, to serve you well

I know I was so wrong before
I sinned against you many times
I came to you confessed my shame
I know that you've forgiven me
Now teach me how, to serve you well

Teach me how, Oh Lord, to live for you
Teach me how, Oh Lord, to live for you
I know I was a selfish man
concerned with all the world could give
Those things have no meaning now
I want to live for you instead
Now teach me how, to live for you

Copyright Ken Rich

If I don't, maybe someone else will

If I don't, maybe someone else will
Will I offer encouragement to someone in need
To help their faith grow, will I plant the seed
If I don't, maybe someone else will

Will I offer shelter to someone in the rain
Even when for myself, there's nothing to gain
If I don't, maybe someone else will

Will I give to a man, standing on the street
A little of what I have, so that he can eat
If I don't, maybe someone else will

Will I extend my friendship to someone alone
Knowing that they're new to a place, will I make them feel at home
If I don't, maybe someone else will

Will I pray for others, even when they don't ask me to
Will I make it to heaven, by putting off what God wants me to do
If I don't, maybe someone else will

Knowing Jesus died for you,
How do you feel
Would you be the same if Christ had the attitude
IF I DON'T, MAYBE SOMEONE ELSE WILL

Written by Alphonso Rodgers

COME YE FAITHFUL

I am he, who stilled the waters
I am he, who calmed the seas
I bear the scars, of your redemption
Come ye faithful, follow me

Are you weary, of your burdens
is your yoke, too hard to bear
Learn from me, the gentle teacher
you will find rest, for your soul (CHORUS)

Did you trade, sweet innocence
pure as gold, for tarnished lies
Come to me, and I'll forgive you
cleanse your heart, renew your mind

Are you bound, with worldly cares
call my name, I'll set you free
All who ask, are freely given
all who seek, will surely find (CHORUS)

Does the joy, of life elude you
do you live, in dark despair
I can give you, life abundant
filled with love, and peace of mind
I am he, the Lord Creator
hear my voice, don't turn away
I long to give you, life eternal
come ye faithful, follow me. (CHORUS)

CHORUS

Come ye faithful follow me (x2)

Copyright Ken Rich

Abe

Abe was sitting in his tent one sunny afternoon
when two men came walking by his way
He said "sarah prepare some meat
for these men and I will eat
And God is with us here today

Chorus
For with God, nothing is impossible
He will do according to his will
He will do the things that are pleasing to him
and bless us if we only will be still

"Now" said God, "I have a plan for a nation of my own
And in time Sarah will have a son
I know you don't understand
But go forth from this land
And I'll bless you more than you have ever known."

Repeat Chorus

So it was with Abraham, a mighty man of faith
Packed his things and went upon his way
In God he believed
And the promise he received
And that is why we have Israel today

Words and music by Toria Newman

THE MEANING OF LIFE

I was searching high and low
I pondered the mighty rivers flow
I watched the setting sunlight's glow
I sought the restless wind that blows
Can someone tell me why we're here
With all our hopes and all our fear
Do we have a purpose here at all (CHORUS)

One day I found a treasure buried
Beneath the load of burdens I carried
I found a shining pearl of great price
Listen now take my advice
To find the peace you're searching for
Enter through the narrow door
Leave all your worries behind (CHORUS)

Into this world God sent his Son
He spoke the truth this holy one
He bore our sins on the cross
Believe in Him you'll not be lost
His message rings out loud and clear
Cast away your doubt and fear
His words solve the mystery of life (CHORUS)

Can you see the light that shines
From men of peace and children's eyes
Can you feel the power now
To face the truth, he'll show you how
We have a purpose here
To follow him, to love and care
To take the gifts he gives us and share (CHORUS)

Chorus

There is only one who knows
how to paint the sunsets glow
Where the wind comes from or goes
and there is only one who knows
How the soul of man grows
In Him you'll find the meaning of life

Copyright Ken Rich

The Lord Is

The Lord is the reason I have life,
he died so that I may live.
The Lord is the author of my story,
he gave me a testimony to give.
The Lord is my companion,
with him I'm never alone.
The Lord is my guide,
leading me to my Fathers home.
The Lord is my sponsor.
and he's always within reach.
The Lord is my instructor,
always willing and able to teach.
The Lord is my sight,
seeing far beyond what I can see.
The Lord is my nourishment,
providing food for me to eat.
The Lord is my strength,
for he is strong when I am weak.
The Lord is not a man,
his promises he will keep.
The Lord is my gardener,
allowing me to grow as a mustard seed.
The Lord is my shepard,
and I have all that I need.

Written by Alphonso Rodgers

STAY

Sin posessing me
Led me where
no man should ever be
Oh, he holds the key
I was chained
the Lord has set me free (CHORUS)

Lord, I know
I have walked
some dark, and desperate roads
Lord, I was lost
You came searching
did not weigh the cost (CHORUS)

Lord, I was blind
Then you touched me
opened up my mind
Lord, now I see
I did not know
how strong your love could be (CHORUS)

CHORUS

And I, will never run away, again
Now I know, that I will always stay
I'll stay, with you Lord

Copyright Ken Rich

Paint Your face on me

( A Psalm of Antoaneta)

O my Father, who are in heaven,
Hallowed be Your name,
paint to me,

Your holy Word I may see,
paint to me visions
of what pleases to do,
visions which will come to pass,
living visions as We walk
in the World,
full of darkness and confusion.

Paint Your Word before my eyes,
more vivid than the Sun,
the Moon and the shining stars,
let Your glorious Light
shine through me,
so the nations may see You.

Moses was with You,
forty days and forty nights,
and his face was shining so bright,
that he had to cover his face
with the veil,
lest he blinded them with Your glory!

But now, the vail still remains on them,
Your beloved chosen people.

Shine Your bright glory, through my face,
so the veil may be destroyed forever,
let Your Light shine and penetrate
into the very core,
of the stony hearts of men,
who have been tormented
by death and fear day and nigh,
and bitterness and unforgiveness,
like cancer eats away,
their carnal minds.

O Father, speak through lips of clay,
lips which will dry
and never speak again,
unless You place Your Living Word,
which saves and brakes the yokes,
which had enslave the ones
You send Your Holy Son,
Jesus Christ to die for.

Who can draw them to the holy place,
of everlasting Love and peace
if not You,
by Your Holy Spirit?

Who can open
their precious blind eyes,
the eyes,
who only know and see evil,
who can open their eyes,
if not You my Lord and my God?

Look around my Father,
look around and see,
Your mighty Word manifesting,
the wars and the roomers of wars,
the famine, the earthquakes,
the floods, the killings,
the brutality and so much hatred,
governments are falling down,
and deceitfulness of riches
feel the hearts
even of many
of Your chosen people,
who are pierced
with many sorrows
and turn away their ears,
from hearing You Truth,
the Truth which is Your Word,
that there is only One Master
we must serve.

I cry,
seeing those signs,
and I cry,
seeing how satan,
the ruler of this world,
is blinding their precious eyes.

I cry,
and my soul is vexed with sorrow,
much greater than the sorrow of Lot,
because the days are evil,
more evil than before.

You send Jesus Christ
to be the Way, the Truth
and the Life.

He did all
You had commanded Him to do,
and there is no other sacrifice left,
to be offered for the sins of men,
O Holy Righteous Father.

His blood is crying, day and night,
louder than the blood of Abel,
and You hear His prayers
day and night,
praying for Your saints,
You hear His Words,
still from the cross
when He hung naked,
in front of the eyes of sinners,
in such great pain and anguish,
that You turned away Your face from Him
that He died of a broken heart,
as greater darkness, covered the World.

How much more
there is to be done by You?
How much more is to be given?
How much more,
O my Holy Father God?

You gave Your children
Your Holy Spirit
not to walk like satan in the world,
You Loved so much.

You gave Your sons and daughters,
power to walk and stand
in the power of Your might,
instead, their knees are feeble,
shaking, when some one
from the world asks them
about the King
who came to live in them.

O what a shame,
to be walking among people,
caring crosses on their necks
and these are the crosses
they, ever carry in vain.

I do not judge them,
nor do I condemn them,
because I was one of them
not long ago,
my cross,
the cross I used to carry,
was made out of rubies
engraved on precious gold.

But You took it away,
and gave me to carry the cross
on which You Father
by Your Holy Spirit,
help me crucify my flesh
with it's lusts and desires
every single day!

The cross,
which I would not trade
for all the riches of the World,
because the World
has been crucified to me
and I have been crucified
to the World forever,
because You helped me see
that my kingdom is not here,
and my riches,
is You my Holy God,
and I will be rich in You forever!

Why would I trade
the holiest of holy
for a World so evil,
why would I trade a place so holy,
for the sin of the dead walking,
who will perish,
lest they repent?

What is there
that satan can offer You,
the One who Lives in me,
and I in You,
what is there,
that satan can tempt
the Prince of Peace with,
the One who walked
like a men in the flesh
so He may show His people,
that there is no temptation,
that can overtake the ones
who are walking in the spirit,
and not after their flesh.

Paint the images so holy
through the Word,
You send through me,
paint before the blinded eyes,
so they may see You,
sited on Your throne of grace,
O Holy Everlasting Father,
Savior of the World
You Loved so much,
that You became of no reputation
and left Your throne
so You may bring Your kingdom
down to earth,
to the lost
in everlasting darkness souls.

It was Only You,
who was able to save
even those who believe
in Your name,
and they were many,
so many, so many...
... that even the ashes of cremated earth
would have cried after
and morn forever,
for their everlasting death,
if they did not repent.

O God of Mercy and Compassion,
my God,
the One who pities the sinners,
those who were born dead
and blind and deaf,
the ones who perish day and night
into the out of darkness,
the ones who cry to Buddha,
and Mohammad,
and Harry Krishna,
and gods made of gold,
and wood and clay,
who have no power to save.

Lord of lords, and King of kings,
Lord of Glory and Honor and Praise,
paint Your face on me
so they may see You.

I am a canvas
which needs to be painted,
by the Masters hand.
Let the blind eyes see You in me,
let the defeated by satan souls
behold Your glory through me,
and Your power feel them mightily,
so they are no more slaves to sin,
but slaves to righteousness indeed.

Here I am O Lord,
my Everlasting Father,
here I am,
mold me like You mold the clay,
so skilfully
and feel me with the power
of Almighty God,
the power to raise the dead,
for Your glory my Father.

Speak through the lips
of Your beloved,
speak through the rainbow
of Your Love,
speak in every tongue,
speak to every tribe,
speak, to those
who put their trust
in perishing riches and men,
speak to all of Your enemies,
for they have been born in sin,
and shaped in iniquities.

Speak, O God,
the way You spoke
through all Your prophets,
the ones who came
and told the lost about God,
the One who Loved the World so much,
that He send His Son Jesus Christ,
to die and raise again,
to save those who believe in His name.

Speak, my Father,
speak again through the lips of clay,
speak though all of us,
Your chosen people,
the ones whom You have called,
by Your Holy name!

Speak O Lord,
the dead will be dead forever,
if You do not give them a new birth,
if You do not raise them
from their tomb stones,
where they were born of the flesh,
and not from above.

For there is no flesh
that can glory in Your presence!

You are the God of the living
and not of the dead,
Lord command these stones
to worship You,
and make them Your children,
one by one,
so they may witness
the glorious manifestation
of Your Word which saves,
Your Word which makes
the dead to raise,
the deaf to heart,
the mute to talk,
the paralyzed to walk,
and the poor to be rich in You.

O God my Lord,
My Holy Savior!
One Word that You speak
through my lips of clay
can raise the dead
and give sight to the blind,
one Word of Yours
is enough to turn ashes,
to beautyand splendor,
which comes from above.

One Word from You is enough
to give the simple
Wisdom from above,
Wisdom so marvelous,
that all who hear will know,
that it was You
who spoke through me,
my Father!

You are the reason
I come to You every day,
from the moment
You open my eyes in the morning,
I seek You!

Day and night, my heart sings You songs,
because the songs,
come from You,
the One who rules,
in the kingdom,
You so skilfully placed
in my heart of flesh.

O Father!
I Love You with Your Love,
and Your Love is all I need,
because by Your Love,
I am able to Love You,
and Love my neighbor
as my self.

By Your Love I am able,
to do all things,
and You are that Love.

Humbled like a little child
I look upon Your face,
and I admire Your glory,
the Glory of my Father,
the glory of Almighty God,
the glory so awesome,
so wonderful,
that I need to share
with all people
I see walking around me.

I bless the Day,
You called me Yours,
I bless the Day,
You chose me to do Your will,
and to obey Your Word,
by the power of Your Holy Spirit!

I bless the Day,
the Day of the Lord,
the One who is so Humble
and Gentle,
that I can't stop thinking about Him,
and I bless that Day!

I bless You Holy Father,
In Jesus name I bless You!

Hallelujah!

Copyright Antoaneta

THE ROAD OF LIFE

A man was walking, the road one day
Saw another, in the ditch he lay
Robbed and beaten, soiled by the clay
Could not turn his back, and walk away

Come with me, we'll go to the inn
Have some food and drink, rest and mend
Have no worries, I'll call you my friend
For all your needs, my coins I will spend

He travelled on, 'til his journey had ended
Along the way, his deeds were commended
Returned to dust now, his soul it is sleeping
But he will rise again, come time for the reaping
A trumpets blast, will sound in his ears
A voice so gentle will drive out his fears...

"Come with me, yes, come right in
I have judged your works, forgiven your sin
Have no worries, I'll call you my friend
Your time of testing has come to an end." (x2)

Copyright Ken Rich

Humbled by death, exalted by Life!

(A Psalm of Antoaneta)

You are highly exalted O Lord
and You highly exalted me with You
and sited me to sit with You
in the Holiest of holy
in the most amazing place
that men could ever think of!
Holy! Holy are the thoughts
coming form Your mind,
Holy are the desires
coming from my heart of flesh,
the heart flesh You gave Your Son
Jesus Christ to do Your will,
and to finish Your works.


O Holy Father, how exalted I am,
sited in Your Son at Your right hand,
How much closer can I be?

I walk in this this world,
the world You send me to,
I no longer,
like before I died
speak presumptuous
and pompous words,
full of death amd deceit,
full of malice and full of lies,
coming from the the father of all lies,
satan, the deceiver and the thief,
who came to rule this world,
and has no mercy,
walking day and night,
walking two and fro,
tiredless,
seeking,
whom he may devour.

O Holy One, O Righteous One,
Majestic Savior
who humbled me to death
so I may Live forever,
and humbled by Your glory
to speak not what I heard of men,
but what I really see and know,
because I am in You and You in me,
and We are in the Father,
where all goodness dwells,
where all peace and Love,
and Life stream forth,
greater, than the greatest force,
greater, than anyone and anything,
my Lord, my Friend, my God!

No I do not speak of myself,
for what can dead a man know,
and what can dead a man remember?
Don't his thoughts perish
with his flesh,
berried in the ground,
where You had made Him.

Holy Jesus, Holy Son of God,
who took me by the hand,
and walked with me
to the cross,
the cross You helped me carry,
so my flesh may die to sin
and never sin against the One,
who made it possible to conquer sin,
and Death,
and satan forever!

I died so You may Live in me,
the One, who was crucified
and God raised Him from the dead,
so He may show the way,
how those who were born of a woman
may Live with Him forever!

O blessed day,
the day You came,
to make all things new,
the day You gave me
a heart of flesh to know You,
and worship You with,
my Everlasting Father!

Holy Lamb of God!
Your hand uplifted me,
every time the storms came
and blew my little house to the ground,
the house made out of straws,
the one I tried to build
on the words of men,
I heard speaking about You.

I fell because my prayers
were like riddles,
repeating themselves
like a bad broken record,
which has no end,
I prayed and fasted
like the hypocrites do in my sins
the presumptuous sins
I was committing against You
and I was making excuse,
after excuse, that my flesh was week,
but the spirit was willing,
and that no matter what I do
You are a forgiving God,
and you will forgive my sins
once I ask You for forgiveness,
until the day,
You came and showed me
what true holiness is,
and Your holiness,
embraced my little mortal body,
with such tender Love,
that I repented of my sins
and You gave me the strength,
to walk the narrow path,
lest I perish with those
who prophecy in Your name
and do many wonders,
in Your name,
and cast even demons
in Your name,
but in that last Day,
that great Day of the Lord,
You will say to them;
"Depart from Me,
you workers of iniquities,
I never knew You!"

O Holy God,
my Everlasting Father,
my Strength, my Truth, my Joy,
my Best forever Friend,
the world is perishing
whithout You,
and so are those
who exalt themselves,
living like satan himself
without remorse,
whithout a drop of pity
for the sins they know,
they are committing against You
and their own bodies,
knowing that You
gave us power, not to sin,
and those who are sinning
wilfully against You,
are mucking You,
trampling Your holy precious blood
under their feet.

No, I do not speak of men
who never met You,
I do not speak of the sinners
of this starving, dying world,
but I speak of those,
who saw Your face and died
berried with You
and rose again,
and were exalted by the Father
to sit in You in the heavenly places,
at His right hand.

Lord Jesus, Precious Redeemer,
who would want to taste Death,
once they had tasted Life eternal,
who would want to walk
with satan, that father of all lies,
ones they walked with You
in the heavenly places,
where there is no sin,
and every temptation
is like unfruitful seed,
that fell on a rocky ground?!

I am the fire You send,
to consume every thought
that is to come to seduce the simple,
the fire that at first
no one can see,
but once it starts,
no one can put down,
that holy fire
of Almighty God,
that flame
of everlasting Life and Truth,
which no men can understand,
whith their carnal mind,
that fire, which begins
when You speak
Your Holy Word from heaven
and touch the hurting and the dead,
the sick, and the oppressed,
the ones who are cold,
from laying in their tombs, too long,
closed with stones,
no men can roll away,
but only God,
the One
who raised His Son Jesus Christ,
after He was crucified to pay,
with His blood for the sins of all,
who want to be with You
and live forever.

The God, who rolled my stone away,
and took me from my tomb,
and lifted me above
the highest heavens,
and made me His,
so He may teach me
how not to sin against Him,
and send me to do His will
and never loose my faith,
the faith,
that moves every mountain
into the roaring see,
that comes before me
in this world.

The mountains melt like wax,
at the sound of Your voice,
the earth rotates,
and every star,
and the Moon and the Sun,
and the Galaxies obey You,
along with every soul
which cries
and calls You by Your name,
the One who came,
to save His people from their sins,
and keep them holy,
for the day
when You will send Your Son
Jesus Christ in Your glory,
with Your holy angels,
to come and gather them together
on the clouds!

O, Blessed God
and Father of all souls,
You Father of Life and Love,
and Peace and Truth,
who rules in the hearts
of mere men,
who were born again,
of the water and the spirit,
the ones who were born
not of corruptible flesh
and the desire of man and a woman,
but of God!

Sons an daughters,
full of Your Holy Spirit,
the One who teaches them all things,
the things which were,
the things that are,
and the things
which are to come,
for the glory
of Almighty God!

Blessed God, Majestic Savior!
I worship You in spirit and in truth!

Your fire fell upon me
and it did consume me,
so I became a part of You O God,
a minister of fire,
a flame of fire,
fire so divine,
fire which consumes
that which is not of You,
so You may restore and make
all things new for Your glory!

Who can separate me from You?
Who can separate fire,
from fire
and not be destroyed!

I Live, I walk, I have my being
in the God who answered by fire
and came to set
the captives free forever,
and be glorified on earth,
as He is in heaven!

Hallelujah!

Your beauty and splendor
the carnal eyes
can not behold and live,
I saw You,
and I died,
so You may Live in me.

Humbled by death,
exalted by Life,
I stand
in Your glorious Presence,
sited in Your Son
Jesus Christ,
in heavenly places,
at Your right hand!

I see You,
and the nations see me
as You are,
Merciful, and Righteous,
high and lifted up,
forever,
God of all Gods,
King of kings,
Father of all souls,
who does not take pleasure,
in the death of the wicked,
but desires all to come
to godly repentance,
and to believe Your glorious,
and most true testimony,
the testimony of God
loving sinners,
more than Himself.

For God so Loved the World,
that He gave His only begotten Son,
so whosoever believes in Him,
shall not perish,
but have everlasting life.

Life of glory and splendor,
Life of majesty,
Love and Wisdom,
in You,
O Most Powerful,
and Righteous Holy Father,
Life in Your Son
Jesus Christ,
the One who came
to save His people,
from their sins!

My Savior!
My Holy Redeemer!
I worship You
with the Life I live
down on earth,
as it is in heaven.

You Live in me,
Lord Jesus Christ
and the Father does
what pleases Him.

Humbled by death,
and exalted by Life,
I stand forever
in Your holy Presence.

Heavenly Father!
Hallowed be Your name!
Hallelujah!

Amen!

Copyright Antoaneta

THE LORD IS COME

The Lord is come, on a great white horse
his army rides, the sky their course
he Lord is come, to set things right
the evil run, from His bright light
The Lord is come, as was foretold
too late for those, whose love grew cold

The Lord is come, and the lightning flashes
The Lord is come, and the thunder crashes
The Lord is come, watch the wicked perish
The Lord is come, for the loved ones cherished
Loved ones cherished...

The Lord is come, he has returned
his glory shines, his Kingdom earned
The Lord is come, our master's here
have you served well, then have no fear
The Lord is come; to end our pain
dry all our tears, forgive our blame

The Lord is come, are your clothes clean
The Lord is come, with a sword that gleams
The Lord is come, watch the wicked fall
the Lord is come, he is the King of all
King of all

The Lord is come, the trumpet sounds
the dead are raised, the lost are found
The Lord, The Lord, The Lord is coming some day
The Lord is come, with his reward
eternal life, for some the sword
The Lord, The Lord, The Lord is coming some day.

The Lord is come, to claim his bride
for those he redeemed, for whom he died
The Lord, The Lord, The Lord is coming some day...

Copyright Ken Rich

WHEN I SAY, "I AM A CHRISTIAN"

When I say, "I am a Christian"
I'm not shouting, "I've been saved!"
I'm whispering, "I get lost!"
That's why I chose this way

When I say, "I am a Christian"
I don't speak with human pride
I'm confessing that I stumble
needing God to be my guide

When I say, "I am a Christian"
I'm not trying to be strong
I'm professing that I'm weak
and pray for strength to carry on

When I say, "I am a Christian"
I'm not bragging of success
I'm admitting that I've failed
and cannot ever pay the debt

When I say, "I am a Christian"
I don't think I know it all
I submit to my confusion
asking humbly to be taught

When I say, "I am a Christian"
I'm not claiming to be perfect
My flaws are far too visible
but God believes I'm worth it

When I say, "I am a Christian
I still feel the sting of pain
I have my share of heartache
which is why I seek His name

When I say, "I am a Christian"
I do not wish to judge
I have no authority
I only know I'm loved

Copyright 1988 Carol Wimmer

REVELATION

Revelation - four horsemen ride
Destruction follows their every stride
Revelation - heavenly signs
The time has come no place to hide

Revelation - so long obscure
Is now unveiled, it's meaning sure
Revelation - events unfold
Before our eyes, as was foretold

Revelation - the woman who rides
The fearsome beast from the ocean's tide
Revelation - deceptive lies
The false prophet in saintly guise

Revelation - a divine view
Of troubles times, to see us through
Revelation - shall come to pass
Until the Lord returns at last

Revelation - Great Babylon
Fall you haunt for the Devil's spawn
Revelation - Satan’s pawn
Where has the blood of the Martyr's gone

Revelation - no chance involved
No circumstance, left unresolved
Revelation - a cosmic plan
The Lord controls, the fate of man

Revelation - the trumpet's sound
The awesome wrath of God rains down
Revelation - Satan is bound
His place among us no longer found

Revelation - no man can stay
The march of time, to the Lord's Day
Revelation - he breaks the seals
The trumpets sound, their mighty peals

Revelation - the Lord returns
A mighty sword and eyes that burn
Revelation - the sight we yearn
He comes in Glory His Kingdom earned

Copyright Ken Rich

SLOW DANCE

Have you ever watched kids
On a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain Slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
You better slow down, Don't dance so fast.
Time is short, The music won't last.

Do you run through each day On the fly?
When you ask How are you?
Do you hear the reply?
When the day is done Do you lie in your bed
With the next hundred chores
Running through your head?
You'd better slow down, Don't dance so fast
Time is short, The music won't last.

Ever told your child,
We'll do it tomorrow?
And in your haste,
Not see his sorrow?
Ever lost touch,
Let a good friendship die
Cause you never had time
To call and say,'Hi'
You'd better slow down.
Don't dance so fast

Author Unknown

Fallen Angel

Have you seen, the flags we raised
The books we taught, the men we praised
Have you seen, the things we've made
Machines of war, what games we play

I can't find a reason why
Men should live and men should die
With their brother's blood on their hands (CHORUS)

Have you heard, the children cry
Held them close and watched them die
Why do you think, the masses yearn
For a crust of bread will we ever learn

It's hard to understand, it seems
Why the innocent should dream
Of food to eat when others have so much (CHORUS)

Can you breathe, the poisoned air
Or find a stream with water clear
How many forest friends lie slain
In the land where acid falls like rain

I wonder why
the smoke stacks rise
In the dark polluted skies
Pouring out the progress of man (CHORUS)

Have you seen the city streets
Felt the evil pulse that beats
Painted ladies, gangs, and crime
Wolves feed beneath the neon signs
I wonder how deep the well
I wonder how many fell
Into the crack in the street. (CHORUS)

CHORUS

The Devil roams the earth tonight
beware the fallen Angel of light
Take up your armor, stand and fight
swing your sword with all your might
Don't be fooled by his disguise
don't believe his clever lies
Destruction is mirrored in his eyes . ..

Copyright Ken Rich

The Will of God

The will of God will never take you
Where the grace of God cannot keep you
Where the arms of God cannot support you
Where the riches of God cannot supply your needs
Where the power of God cannot endow you

The will of God will never take you
Where the spirit of God cannot work through you
Where the wisdom of God cannot teach you
Where the army of God cannot protect you
Where the hands of God cannot mold you

The will of God will never take you
Where the love of God cannot enfold you
Where the mercies of God cannot sustain you
Where the peace of God cannot calm your fears
Where the authority of God cannot overrule for you

The will of God will never take you
Where the comfort of God cannot dry your tears
Where the Word of God cannot feed you
Where the miracles of God cannot be done for you
Where the omnipresence of God cannot find you

Author Unknown

Our Blood is Seed

Our blood is seed
Careful when you cut us – ‘cause we bleed
And all down through the ages past
And now down to the very last
We stand . . .
For God, for love, for truth, so understand
No matter what they do to us
inquisitions, wars, and such
They need . . .
To cover up the light that would expose
Their lies, their deeds, the evil of their souls
But we know where their end will be
Pick up your cross and follow me He bled . . .

The end is near
Those who know the truth, shall not fear
A remnant will survive the test
The Devil will deceive the rest
This war . . .
Is fought against the remnant of her seed
He gives his power to the beast
Ten Kings arise to join the feast
And then . . .
Michael will stand up before the end
A time of trouble such as never been
And we know where their end will be
Pick up your cross and follow me
he bled . . .

Copyright Ken Rich

Mother's Praying Hands

Hands That Heal
Hands That Comfort When You Are ill
Hands That Support In Every Endeavor
Hands You Remember Forever
Hands are Important In All of These
Because a Mother's Hands Always Try to Please

Solid Life Foundation
Stands On A Mother's Praying Hands
Praying Hands That Ask For Forgiveness
Always Bear Witness
Thank God For My Mother's Praying Hands
It Is Because of Them I Understand God's Great Gift

He has Given And I Am Forgiven
Praying Hands Can Move Mountains
and A Mother's Love Remains
Just Like God's Love For Us
Stands On Praying Hands
Thank God For Mother's Praying Hands

Copyright Christy

This was a poem I wrote as a Mother's day present

Copyright Ken Rich

Where Hope Lies

Do you ever wonder why?
Then start to cry
Do you search for a meaning?
While tear drops are streaming
You seem so alone
and wonder why your life has taken this tone
Perhaps it's because you never paused to look inside
to see if hope presides
Maybe you should look in the great book
or to the heavens above where hope is as free as a dove
Can you catch it?
No You have to know how to ask without a mask
God gives hope freely
though it does not come cheaply
Hope is like a foundation, why this interpretation?
Hope has to start off strong so it can live on
You will know when it's in your life
even though it takes strife
God can give you the strength
you need so you can proceed
knowing you've found hope to abound
right where it belongs in your
heart and never again will it part
So when you think you've reached the end
You can always depend
on the Lord to listen
and the sun will always glisten
as you bask all you have to do is ask

Copyright Christy

The following poem was written by my sister Tammy Rich. It was a response to the grief that struck an entire community when a young boy died. He was born with a condition that eventually claimed him, but not before he touched the hearts and lives of many.

Remember

(Dylan Hutchings  01/21/98 – 03/16/05)

On a night like any other
he lay down and closed his eyes
God crept in and took him
without a bit of noise

His life was too short, his body so small
his courage, strength, and spirit
will be remembered by all

Never will he be forgotten although he is gone
he touched our hearts and our lives
so his memory would live on

When God and His Angels came for him
they knew his friends and family would mourn
but when They touched his little soul
Dylan was reborn
Remember his life here on earth
now, imagine him in Heaven
jumping, running, laughing and playing
just like a boy of seven

In the arms of an Angel
he goes to sleep each night
and each morning he wakes up
at dawn's first light
And in the distant future
we will each meet again
until then he waits to welcome us
Dylan, our special and treasured friend

Written by Tammy Rich

Trust God to See you Through

When you are at the end of your rope
and don't know what to do
Trust God to See You Through

Where no hope seems to abide
God is right by Your Side
When No Friends Seem to Be True
God is there for you
When it seems like there is nothing more you can do
Trust God to See You Through
When Nothing Else Turns Out right for you
God Will Always Come Through

Copyright Christy

Seed Sower

I'm proud to be a seed sower in my Father's field.
I'm thankful for the harvest that my labors yield.
I'm sowing my best seeds and I'm sure that they'll take root.
And as they sprout toward Heaven I know they'll produce good fruit.

Copyright Jack Hoover 2001

THE PROMISE

We walk in the spirit

With our hearts on fire

We walk in faith

That is God's desire.

We walk in Joy

With your unfailing love, Lord

Touches our heart

Mind, spirit and soul.

We are the light of the earth

Jesus, you shine upon us

We walk in truth

In God's wisdom and knowledge.

We stay in your word

and pray for another

There is healing in our hands

That is your promise.

We are blessed

To be in your favor

Purify our hearts

Lord, Jesus, Christ

Our savior.

Sherry Little
    
This is a handy little widget because you can look up the lyrics of just about any song you can think of. Then you get the embed code for it and if you wish, a music video.

Poem By Sallee Bonham

Adam

Clay in His hands
Born of the earth and filled with His spirit
A fragile vessel shaped and molded for His use
Disobedience cracked the perfect relationship

Eve

Clay in His hands
Born of earth and Adam’s rib Filled with His spirit
A fragile vessel shaped and molded for His use
Disobedience cracked the perfect relationship

Jesus

Clay in His hands
Born of a virgin and filled with His spirit
A fragile vessel shaped and molded for His use
Obedience healed the perfect relationship

Me

Clay in His hands
Born of man and woman
Filled with His spirit
A fragile vessel shaped and molded for His use.
Obedience promises the perfect relationship

April 13, 2011 By Sallee Bonham

Copyright Sally Bonham

Poem By Sallee Bonham

Twittering, chittering bird voices
Greet the dawn of day
Like a choir of angels
Greeting the dawn of the Messiah

Like an alert, amber eyed Michael waiting
To pierce the Great Deceiver,
Golden hawk eyes
Pierce through the camouflage
Swooshing, whooshing hawk wings announce
The serpent's death

Cawing, clacking crows surround
A sun blind owl
Raining blows with bill and wing
Like a greedy crowd of Pharisees
Determined to silence
A holy messenger.

by Sallee Bonham - April 8, 2008

Copyright Sally Bonham

The Patch - By Kathy Zeagler

We wear different patches but
its all for one cause.

We are riding for the Savior
we are riding for The Lord.

Its not the name or colors its
about who has them on.

For we are Brothers and Sisters
and we are where we belong.

Where ever our 2 wheels take us
we never are along.

We are riding for Jesus trying to save
souls where we belong.

Some watch from the way side
some come up and speak.

We are alway glad to tell them we
are not what we use to be.

There are so many stories in this
peculier group.

No one really understands some of our
hurt and the pain we took.

Then the Holy Spirit came down
and let the spirit rain.

It doesn't really matter color, size or shape

Its all about the difference as we travel, what
we make.

So if you see a Brother and his
Patch doesnt match.

Shake his hand and hug him and pat
him on the back

By Kathy Zeagler - May 16th 2009

Copyright Kathy Zeagler

Precious Lord

I searched for you Oh Jesus
So wondrous in my sight
Your strength is in my weakness
Bringing healing with your light

Precious Lord, Oh precious Lord
Your arms hold on to me
I’ll treasure your living name
For all eternity.

How joyous I am Oh Jesus
As we journey side by side
Sheltering in your love
Your way is far and wide

Precious Lord, Oh precious Lord
Your arms hold on to me
I’ll treasure your living name
For all eternity.

I come upon my knees Oh Jesus
My searching days are done
For your blood was shed for me
The victory is surely won.

Precious Lord, Oh precious Lord
Your arms hold on to me
I’ll treasure your living name
For all eternity.

Now I have found you my Jesus
When my days here are done
I know that for certain
I will see God’s only son.

Precious Lord, O precious Lord
Your arms hold on to me
I’ll treasure your living name
For all eternity.
 
 
 Joyce Gale 2004-2012