Blood, fire and vapourSigns above and belowWonders in heaven and earthDarkness, and a blood moonHis Spirit poured outHis servants declaringThe great and notable dayHis day, the day He comesThe day we are savedIf we call upon His name– acts 2:18-21
I have callously abused my SaviorI have used him, taken advantageWithout shame I have sullied His gift.I grieve, but not overmuch,I regret, but not egregiously,And my shame remains Too distant, too smallToo little, too late.It all makes me feel Unworthy, undeservedOf His unflinching willingnessTo love me even yet.
Oh Death! Thou vaunted fool, proud son of sin’s defiling, Oft thought of as potent, supreme, and unyielding How hast thou fallen, been debased and made servile Those who feared thy touch, who you thought to defile Will not be brought low, nor in dark oblivion sleep. For thy touch,…
(1) In the form of a man, a suffering lamb was born on a Christmas day (2) Wiser than scribes, He came to save lives He’s the Truth, and the Life, and the Way (3) We’d trespassed against, with grevious offence the Law that the Father had given (4) Yet…
Once was a world that was void And dark were the waters therein Then Majesty moved on the deep And life in existence was spoken With care and for glory He fashioned Out of spirit, and body and soul Like Him a creature of sentience In fellowship with Him made…
