Satan, an angel fallen down,
He does not understand the righteous crown,
Lucifer is blind and cannot see,
Even the firm elegance of a wintry Oak tree.
The devil's luring hands are tightly tied,
He sneaks in the back way, only to run and hide.
He tries to fetter our lowly hands,
But cannot fathom how tall God stands.
The devil, true prince of disaster,
He sees not the plan of our Master,
Yes, the devil is blind and cannot see,
So run fast and far from him - let him be.
Seek the Lord with all your might,
Love the Lord and do what's right,
Relish Lord Jesus and drop to your knees,
God is here and always sees.
Inspired by a sermon of Dr. Edward Moody - "God's Remarkable Plan" - evil cannot comprehend good.
Saturday, January 3, 2009
A Multitude of Right
My Master, use me to full extent,
You have brought your wrath, and now I repent.
My God, my Father, cease the curse on my head,
I pray to you, my King, my sins will I shed.
With thanksgiving I raise my humbled eyes,
With prayer and supplication, hear my cries,
Give me a peace surpassing all understanding,
It is to you, Prince of Peace, my heart I am handing.
Pitiful and unworthy to receive your Grace,
I should be seeking cover to hide my face,
But I know the difference forgiveness can make,
My redeemer keeps me from the sulfur lake.
Give me courage in an incorrigible world we walk,
Let us spring forward like the most fertile stalk,
I will seek You, my friend, my confidant,
Lest Satan entangle me and all my days haunt.
Let us not slip into apostasy, my King,
Good will toward all people with boldness I bring,
I cry for You, yearn for you, relish the light,
I pray I can hand You a multitude of right.
Inspired by Philippians 4:4-8
You have brought your wrath, and now I repent.
My God, my Father, cease the curse on my head,
I pray to you, my King, my sins will I shed.
With thanksgiving I raise my humbled eyes,
With prayer and supplication, hear my cries,
Give me a peace surpassing all understanding,
It is to you, Prince of Peace, my heart I am handing.
Pitiful and unworthy to receive your Grace,
I should be seeking cover to hide my face,
But I know the difference forgiveness can make,
My redeemer keeps me from the sulfur lake.
Give me courage in an incorrigible world we walk,
Let us spring forward like the most fertile stalk,
I will seek You, my friend, my confidant,
Lest Satan entangle me and all my days haunt.
Let us not slip into apostasy, my King,
Good will toward all people with boldness I bring,
I cry for You, yearn for you, relish the light,
I pray I can hand You a multitude of right.
Inspired by Philippians 4:4-8
My Heart I Bring
Oh Lord, my only God,
King of kings,
Lord of lords,
Give me your nod!
Through grace you save,
With eternal dominion,
And eternal Holiness,
It is you, My God, I crave.
I await my Savior,
Come Lord Jesus Christ,
Let me worship you forever,
And pray the truth by my labor.
I await you my King,
Oh how I long for your presence,
Beyond my human understanding,
It is my heart I bring.
AMEN
King of kings,
Lord of lords,
Give me your nod!
Through grace you save,
With eternal dominion,
And eternal Holiness,
It is you, My God, I crave.
I await my Savior,
Come Lord Jesus Christ,
Let me worship you forever,
And pray the truth by my labor.
I await you my King,
Oh how I long for your presence,
Beyond my human understanding,
It is my heart I bring.
AMEN
The Rest of My Days
Your thoughts are not my thoughts,
I am your humbled servant,
Your ways are not my ways,
In your hands my strength is fervant.
On mighty one! Hear my words,
I write with prayer and supplication with thanksgiving,
For iniquity is a constant tug,
And I beg to join the enternal ranks of the living.
How is it you are pure love, my Lord,
That you may forgive even me, the most wretched,
You sent your only son to die,
To make us all your most blessed.
Your thoughts are not my thoughts,
And your ways are not my ways,
I am cursed on Earth in my flesh,
But forgiven all the rest of my days.
I am your humbled servant,
Your ways are not my ways,
In your hands my strength is fervant.
On mighty one! Hear my words,
I write with prayer and supplication with thanksgiving,
For iniquity is a constant tug,
And I beg to join the enternal ranks of the living.
How is it you are pure love, my Lord,
That you may forgive even me, the most wretched,
You sent your only son to die,
To make us all your most blessed.
Your thoughts are not my thoughts,
And your ways are not my ways,
I am cursed on Earth in my flesh,
But forgiven all the rest of my days.
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