For God to be God He needs to be a Judge, without that He could not reign.
If His compassion worked on a whim, none of His laws could sustain.
If God decided He needed our love, leaving His standards behind,
Wooing and winning by rules we have set, guided by man's selfish mind.
Where would be justice? Where would be truth? Righteousness could not survive;
Even compassion would not exist if holiness were not alive.
God is Commander, supreme in His deeds, ruling the world by His might;
He displays wisdom, mercy and love; all His decisions bear light.
Man can't attain to standards He sets; God lives in a sphere all His own,
We can't comprehend His greatness and power, God stands in a class all alone.
Though He is holy, though He's supreme, He offers His love to mankind,
As our Creator, Redeemer and Friend, all of these plans He's designed.
God does not live in unreachable heights, He fervently waits for our prayers,
God is a Judge whose compassionate heart truly reveals that He cares.
Jesus didn't need salvation, He didn't need to reform;
He didn't need confession, He wasn't lost, forlorn.
He didn't have to do penance, or pray for forgiveness of sin,
His life was not self-pleasing, for He was pure within.
He drew His strength from heaven, His one and only source,
He fought a mighty battle against the evil force.
Though Satan fought to conquer the earth and all within,
His true desire was Jesus who would not bow to sin.
Satan brought temptation, trying to deceive,
But Christ was true and faithful, He never would believe
That Satan could be victor, the battle would be won,
Through God's eternal power, through Christ, His only Son.
We too have power to conquer, if Jesus is our guide,
Sin's evil force can't harm us if He is on our side.
We're easily persuaded, for sin blooms like a rose,
But underneath the flower is where the sharp thorn grows.
We cannot claim we're holy, but there is One who can,
Lean heavily on Jesus, the One, pure holy Man.
I am just a young black bird,
Waiting high in the tree.
For someone to find me and help me,
A teacher is what I will need.
As I am just a young black bird,
No matter what I will say.
I know nothing of anything,
And a teacher I will obey.
Teach me all that I need,
To survive among the sky and the trees.
I will listen to what I am told,
You're wisdom will put me at ease.
I know that teaching a young bird is difficult,
And this I am very sure.
But I promise to leave stubborn and negativity,
At home, so that I, a black bird can mature.
So please teach me all you know.
Teach me everything you can.
For all I want is to be a good black bird,
One with skills that will help me to stand.
And finally teach me to thank the Lord
For all that I have and do
For blessings from above
Teach me the principle of gratitude.
"Bible reading is an education in itself."
by John Wesley
I am a creature of a day.
I am a spirit come from God,
and returning to God.
I want to know one thing:
the way to heaven.
God himself has condescended to
teach me the way.
He has written it down in a book.
Oh, give me that book!
At any price give me the book of God.
Let me be a man of one book.
"It is not at all incredible, that a book which has been so long
in the possession of mankind should contain many truths
as yet undiscovered."
More Than A Dead Letter
Poet: Phillips Brooks
The Bible is like a telescope.
If a man looks through his telescope,
Then he sees the worlds beyond;
But if he looks at his telescope,
Then he does not see anything but that.
The Bible is a thing to be looked through,
To see that which is beyond;
But most people only look at it;
And so they see only the dead letter.
"The Bible is worth all other books
which have ever been printed."
God Be In My Head
Poet: Sarum Primer
God be in my head, and in my understanding;
God be in mine eyes, and in my looking;
God be in my mouth, and in my speaking;
God be in my heart, and in my thinking;
God be at mine end, and at my departing.
Count Your Blessings
Poet: Eldred Herbert
Freedom to worship in the church of your choice,
To kneel at God's altar and humbly rejoice;
Freedom to live and to love who we choose,
Freedom to buy or give, with nothing to lose.
So many are banned from the house of our Lord,
They must worship in secret and lean on His Word;
The antichrist working on each living soul,
Triumphant they wait as they watch hearts turmoil.
We ne'er count our blessings God's given so free,
As fruit of the land, and the fish of the sea;
The great open spaces, fresh water and air,
We take them for granted, with no thankful prayer.
With so many hungry in far foreign lands,
Let us share our blessings to help meet demands;
They're sick and they're hungry and know not our Lord,
Let's feed them and clothe them, and tell of His Word.
There's so many things we should do right away,
Crush down the antichrist where Satan has sway;
Let's spread God's Word and give strength to the poor,
Let's give till it hurts Brother, then give some more.