All The Way Home
All of
our lives our precious Lord
In faithfulness has been
A
Father and a Comforter
The One
on whom we lean
In times of happiness and pain
He’s
never left our side
Though
sometimes we from Him have strayed
He
still with us abides
He’s led us through the pastures
green
Beside
the waters still
And even through the vale of death
Defended us with skill
From all the dangers of our youth
Our lives He has preserved
Now in
the evening of our years
We’re
glad His voice we heard
He taught us ways of righteousness
And to
deny our sin
God’s Spirit dwells inside of us
Our Friend and Guide within
And as the years
have come and gone
More precious He’s become
He leads us in the paths of
peace
We’re safe in Him
alone
And as we worship our dear Lord
The oil of joy He
gives
The joy of knowing sins forgiven
For
ever we will live
Each day we climb another step
Up to our Father’s throne
Soon we will reach our home above
And worship Him alone
Goodness and mercy all our lives
Will follow in our spore
And He
will lead us both at last
Safe in
through heaven’s door
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My
Father's House
There is a place I like to go where my soul
feels free
A place of quiet refuge and peace
No fear for what tomorrow holds, no remorse for
yesterday
There I'm centered, whole, perfect and complete
It's a place of safe protection where evil dare
not tread
A place to contemplate higher things
There is where I find my space free of raging
demons
Where I can clearly hear the angels singing
I carry the weight of the world into this place
I carry the rock of ages away
Battered and bruised I stumble through the door
And in seconds I'm healed by the Word.
Parched and starving I find my way there
I find a feast prepared for the prodigal son
With shouts of joy my arrival is announced
I've returned once again to my Father's house
In my Father's house I feel safe and secure
Far away from the dangers outside
In my Father's house I'm confident and sure
That nothing can separate me from the love of
God in Christ
In my Father's house I am blameless and pure
There's no reason to worry or doubt
So with repentant heart I kneel and pray
And once again enter my Father's house.
Copyright 2003 by Ron Brady. Used by permission.
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He Always Holds My
Hand
I do not walk alone,
through this weary land.
I have Jesus by my side,
He always holds my hand.
When I am lost,
knowing not where to turn,
Jesus is there to guide my way.
He always holds my hand.
When troubles come,
they often do.
Jesus is there to guide me through.
When darkness falls,
He lights the way.
HE holds my hand each step
of the way.
Wonderful Jesus, I know
this to be true.
Forever guiding me, seeing
me through,
I'll always know deep in my heart.
He's holding my hand,
from beginning to end.
by Wanda Jess_AmaWanda, July26,2004 |
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TO A
KEEPER!
One day
someone's
mother
died.
And on
that
clear,
cold
morning,
in the
warmth
of her
bedroom,
the
daughter
was
struck
with
the pain
of
learning
that
sometimes
there
isn't
any
more.
No more
hugs,
no more
lucky
moments
to
celebrate
together,
no more
phone
calls
just to
chat,
No more
"just
one
minute."
Sometimes,
what we
care
about
the most
goes
away.
never to
return
before
we can
say
good-bye,
Say "I
Love
You."
So while
we have
it . .
it's
best we
love it
. .
And care
for it
and fix
it when
it's
broken .
and take
good
care of
it when
it's
sick.
This is
true for
marriage
.... and
friendships
...
And
children
with bad
report
cards;
And dogs
with bad
hips;
And
aging
parents
and
grandparents.
We keep
them
because
they are
worth
it,
Because
we
cherish
them!
Some
things
we keep
--
like a
best
friend
who
moved
away
or a
classmate
we grew
up with.
There
are just
some
things
that
make us
happy,
No
matter
what.
Life is
important,
and so
are the
people
we know
. .
And so,
we keep
them
close!
I
received
this
from
someone
today
who
thought
I was a
'KEEPER'!
Then I
sent It
to the
people
I Think
of in
the same
way!
Now it's
your
turn to
send
this to
all
those
people
who Are
"keepers"
in your
life!
Thank
you very
much
For
being a
special
part of
MY Life!
YOU ARE
A
KEEPER!
"Life
moves
pretty
fast.
If you
don't
stop and
look
around
once in
awhile,
you
could
miss
it."
LYNNE GILMAN
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