Through Jesus' saving grace

Each day I ask and I receive
Many blessings: I believe
From my Lord in heaven
If only I bow down my head
And honestly declare instead
That I need His blessed salvation!
Without Him in my life
I am lost without a rudder
Sailing upon life's stormy seas
I need Him like no other...
So dear Lord, please hear my prayers
I cannot go on without you... 
It is only when I offer up
All my worries and my cares
That you refill my empty cup...
I know that I am not alone
For angels watch me as I pray
Yes, each and every single day...

Looking up to Jesus

I look up into the cloudy skies
Cannot see through them
Yet I know that way lies
My blessed salvation...
Though I cannot see my God
I know that He exists...
For in my heart there burns
A blessed love since my creation
I read of him and keep it hidden
Within my heart and soul and mind
I know of Him whom has bidden
Me to come nearer unto Him
I seek and truly I do find...
When upon my knees I honour Him
That's when I am most powerful
For He has promised to be
Right there beside me...
Here in my heart I sing a tune
It bubbles up within me
"Nearer my God to thee"
This is my praise to Him...
Who took my sins and carried them
And gave instead salvation...

The bloodiest Book

There is a book for which blood flowed
Surely you know: persecution always followed
Who ever sought to bring its translation about
Was hated for the words that would come out
The evil ones sought to stop its publishing 
Knowing the hatred its truth would bring 
So they tortured many in its Holy name
Brought their days infamy not fame...
Shame upon the masses that agreed
To kill all who sought to spread the love
God's blessed word was to be brought out
Many wanted; needed to hear that glad shout
Hearts sought refuge within the blessed pages
Translated with much foresight but sin pervaded
The others were happy to hide away the truth
Wanted to continue in their human ways
Did not want to follow God: followed man instead
Ah the ruin: to which many were led...
Martyred for seeking to lead the way
Even to this very modern day...

Halloween

A year ago you said hello
It was right on Halloween...
Now you're just a scary thought
I wish you'd never been
Trick or treat the children cry
It's supposed to be great fun
But times have changed and
Now maybe it's better just to run
Fake blood and nasty smiles
Evil faces all made up to scare them
Some of those pretend freaks go miles
You really can't compare them
There's something sad about the night
When it's taken way too lightly
What reason could there be
To enjoy being so frightened but
Many want to join the games
Of this old pagan celebration...

Face upon a screen

You are a face upon a screen
Yours are words upon a page
You are two dimensional it seems
Will you ever come of age?
You heart may beat...
Your blood may pulse...
But I cannot feel you 
I cannot touch your face
Are you imaginary?
Are you real?
Are you flesh and blood?
Or are you just another one?
Of those icons everywhere...
Your photo simply stares...
Out into space...
Out into the air...
An actor saying lines
Well rehearsed...
Within your mind...
Another hologram to find

Barricades and brick walls

We all fear failure
Rejection too we fear
Hide behind our barricades
Trying: life to endure
Does this fear condemn us?
Does it set the pace?
If we remain walled in?
Away from the human race...
How will we ever grow?
How, continue on?
For though we seek 
To keep others out
We also keep ourselves in
Locked within our doubts...
Locked within our fears...
Will you hide behind your shield?
Will you strengthen it each day?
Will you ever venture out?
Maybe take a chance to play...

Rock me gently please

Rock me gently please
Let me feel the breeze
Close my eyes
Hear the rustling leaves
Serenade me
Let my senses come alive

Rock me gently please
Let me feel the sun
And in my mind
Sense the love to come
Persuade me
Allow me a little fun

Rock me gently please
Hold me tenderly
Grant me the comfort
Only love can bring
Serenade me
Till I hear angels sing

Struggling in rough seas

As you jump into the deep blue sea?
Will you float...joyfully?
Does the current seek to take you?
Away from Him
Would leaving the safety
Of the white sandy shores
Steal today's peace? I say...
Have you lost your oars?
Are you struggling to float?
Does your tiny little boat?
Seek a harbour it cannot see?
Are you forbidden a landing
By strong sea breezes...
Do you lack understanding?
Waves crashing round your ears
Have you grappled with your fears?
Do they grow with the waves?
Tempests still and then grow
Only Jesus really knows
Just how the storm winds blow
He is the light house upon the shore
His words the light that never dims
Cast your anchor lest you be
Ship-wrecked, lost...
Marooned, distressed, destroyed
Only Jesus can rescue thee

Almost collided

I was driving along 
Seeking shade
Close to the shore
As I made
My way along 
The sun was shining
Too many cars
No trees
No comfort to be found
Had an hour to kill
Until I picked up the boys
Wanted peace and quiet
To still my crazy head
Found a shady place
Turned around
Parked my car at last
A cyclist came along
I wondered why
He explained to me
Him I didn't see
As I turned the bend
Said I nearly took him out
"That close" he said to me
Ah Lord I didn't see
I apologised
Profusely
It's true 
"I didn't see you"
I was lost in thought 
So totally unaware
I thank God he was okay
I certainly had no intention
Of killing anyone today
Or for that matter
On any other day
That
I would never ever want to do
Dear cyclist
Your guardian angel
Was surely
Watching over you

Pray out loud

Saw a miracle on Facebook: in the news today
A terrible car accident: a woman trapped
They couldn't cut her out: it was a mess
Everyone was trying to free her but...
The machinery just would not work I guess
A man came up: black shirt, white collar
Anointing oil in his hand: asked if he could pray
They were worried she would think the worst
Concerned: they almost turned him away
She said "yes please: pray for me: pray out loud!"
Everybody heard her say it: everyone said so
He prayed out loud and anointed her with oil
Then he said quietly that all would be well
The machinery would do its job: cut her out
Then he left as he had come: quietly disappeared
Nobody saw him go: nobody knew where he went
Later on as they checked it out: a miracle it seems
There was no trace of him in their photographs
He did not appear anywhere: as he should have done
He was an angel of the Lord; come down
To save a life that day: a miracle in the making
Yes indeed: He appeared to save her life
And then quietly: just went along his way...

The angel of the Lord

The angel of the Lord came down
To earth: to help: to save a life that day
He came as a man so as not to scare him
Walked around, looked at all the strife
He carried him to safety: laid him upon the bed
Removed the bullets from his wounds
Blessed him as he said: remember God I say
For He has sent me to guide you
It is not your turn to die today...
He disappeared as he had arrived
Into the stillness: he was gone...
Now he walks this life as a living miracle
For he knows it was no man who came
It was no man who carried him
It was no man who took him up
It was no man who saved his life
It was his guardian angel: sent by the Lord
To show His mercy: to show His love
And now he seeks Him diligently...
Yes; every single blessed day
He walks this earth with a reminder
That heaven came close to earth that day
He passes it forward to all he meets
The blessings he received so long ago
Showing that he appreciates this life
That was returned to him
Upon a lonely war torn road
Many long years ago...

The voice of reason

Have you heard the voice of reason?
Have you heard the earnest plea?
Of our Lord in heaven: calling out
Yes: calling out to you and me...
That still, small voice is whispering 
It is soft and you must sit quietly
For in the din of this lifetime...
It is difficult to hear its quiet plea
Listen well to the voice of reason
Know you not that it will soon be still
If you grieve the blessed Holy Spirit
It will eventually cease calling out to you
So
Have you heard the voice of reason?
Do you hear it still?
Has the chance to halt your sinful progress?
Been swallowed up in your life's din?
Has that quiet voice been calling?
Have you heard it recently?
Has it been going in one ear?
And out the other
Now answer honestly to me...

Praying for forgiveness

I was praying for forgiveness
I was down upon my knees
I knew that God was waiting
To hear my voice: begging Him
Please, forgive me Jesus...
Please, forgive me Lord...
I have sinned against you 
I have lost my way it's true
I am sorry that I have fallen 
I am sorry that I was vain
I am sorry for transgressing
The laws you have given me
Please, Lord, lift me up again
I know I am not worthy... 
I know I am solely to blame
I looked away to my shame
I allowed wickedness to lay claim
I was tempted, gave in to sin
Satan grins at this new stain
Upon my honour I am ashamed
Please forgive me dearest Jesus
Please forgive me Father of all
I would beg for closer guidance
As I stand before your blessed throne

You heard my voice dear Saviour
You heard my earnest pleas
Now as I continue onward...
Please help me not to fall again
It is only with you near me
It is only through your saving grace
That I may enter into heaven
That there I may worship you: always

Lost in transit

Man is lost in transit

Mankind has missed the boat 

Struggles to command it 

This life that lets hope float 

Where is man's salvation?

Where his buoyancy vest? 

Does he even care to wonder? 

As he continues in life's test? 

Does he choose to ponder?

Does he seek to truly find?

The way of truth beyond this...

Difficult mountain he has to climb

Sliding backwards downward ho

Where is it that he seeks to go?

Darkness settles around his head

Chooses to ignore the warnings 

Chooses not life but fiery death 

Ah dear Lord man is lost in sin

Cannot find the path: he searches

Outside not within: Lord help him

Angels please come nigh

Help man see the light that's held on high

Jesus is the lighthouse: shining bright

Ever waiting for mankind to come nearer

Ever waiting for them to accept his guidance
Salvation beckons but man is blind

Cant we stop fighting?

Can't we stop fighting?
Can't we stop this pain?
Had enough of warring
Need peace again
Tempers flaring
Words exploding
Anger radiates
Like a mushroom cloud
When we fight
Satan is happy
When we fight
Satan wins again
Need to pray unceasingly
Need to stay close to God
He is the only buffer
He stands before the flood
Pleadingly he beseeches
Honestly he reaches
Down to aid us as we war
Ah dear Lord we need you
Cannot survive without you
Dear Lord you know the score

Fallen into sinfulness

Anger flares within me

A quick combustion of thoughts

How could he do this: lie to me?

Be so in cohorts with that evil serpent...

I am embarrassed: ashamed

He led me by the hand

Like a lamb to the slaughter...

Like a simple trusting child...

How could I fall so deeply?

For all those lies: he proposed

Fed me upon his bullshit: hurt me keenly

Like a knife wound: super imposed

Ah Lord I was mistaken

Was taken up and tumbled down

Thought I was the smart one

Now I am bereft: good days flown

He found the opportunity

Came, saw, conquered: won the war

Has left me desolate

I: the fallen city: war torn

Though others tried to warn me

One eyed: I saw nothing odd

In denial: I continued giving: I see

Now I am deserted: even by my God

In my mind: I asked: "how could you do it?

Did I mean nothing all along?

Was it all part and parcel?

Of your desire to bring me down”

Ah Satan, you had a field day

Bringing sadness after so much joy

Yet now I see I was but a temptation

A citadel to be beset: razed to the ground

Looking back upon my downfall

I finally see the darkness: I refused

To see: as I went blindly into the fray

A simple, naive woman: again abused 

He saw me coming: delighted in his lies

Never once did he think it wrong

To destroy another soul: to despise

This sad, lonely woman: he stringed along

I've been pouring over the photographs

I've been searching for the glitches

But never saw the dangers

As I acted like some in-heat bitches 

Satan drew the noose ever tighter!

Took hold of this sinful body, mind

Drew me down ever deeper: that blighter

Dragged me into the darkest depths; I find

I was lost along the wayside

Delivered into his evil, filthy hands

Ah Lord I gave into all those demands

I was shaped, moulded to his deceptive plans

Forgive me dear Lord for I have sinned

I lusted after this supposed "perfect" love

I had thoughts I couldn't tell my mother

Was brought lower than I ever planned

I knew he was "divorced" yet persisted

Thought I had the right to ask for love

Presumed it was God-given: ordained

Ah forgive me for my sinful demands

In my crazy mind I was "better"

Than I had any right to suppose

For I was a heat seeking missile 

Searching underneath his clothes

Seven deadly sins there are; it is said

It's like I was brought to every one

For I lusted, envied, hated, was full of pride

Was slothful, angry, a glutton for punishment 

Ah Lord these terrible thoughts within my head

I even wished his "ex-wife" dead...

So I could have my cake and eat it too

So I could still be close to you...

But...we cannot walk hand in hand 

With both Satan and the Lord

It is impossible to straddle that dividing fence

We must choose the one or the other

Choose the path you would follow

Choose eternal life over sinful death

For I would choose to follow Jesus

With every single breath I have left

Wednesday morning

Wednesday morning...
And the birds are singing
I wonder what this day is bringing...
Clouds obscure the sun...
But hey: what's done is done...
I am smiling as I rise and shine
Looking forward to another one
Of these blessed days...
I'm not complaining...

There are so many others
All over this sad world
Much worse off than me...
So I must remember good days
Kick up my heels and move along
Sing the words of a brand new song
God is good: God is great
Life is here to celebrate
Each day is to be welcomed in
To grumble and complain: a sin

Walk with me a little while

Walk with me a little while

Upon life's stormy shores

Laugh with me, make me smile

Until my dear Lord calls

Take my hand and hold it close

Please, never let it go...

For this is just another stage

Of life that must be borne...

Wipe the tears from my cheek

Make the sadness go away

Listen to these words I speak

God gives and God takes away

He it is who rules this world

He it is who still holds sway...

Eternal Battleground

Knights on horseback in the Holy land
Battling the Saracens: lances dripping red
Men and horses screaming: noise all around
Hell on earth: death everywhere: souls fled
Bright light held up on high: catching every eye
Darkness floating like a ghostly miasma...
Slowly creeping up the pyramid's sides
An eternal battle rages: can you tell which side?
Is winning: good versus evil: eternal battleground
Relentless charges, onslaughts never ending
The pain never ends: clashes: heart rending
They try to stop the darkness from ascending
Knights continue fighting: it is verily: do or die
The nightmare is unending: I have seen it all before
I am back again to witness: to tell the awful tale
The second time it is darker: Saracens winning
Death the spectre: standing there grinning
Everything else is the same as it was before...
The third time I sense a great change: it's true
The despair has lifted: knights are truly gifted
They face a different foe: darkness: disheartened
Light is growing brighter: somehow all is lightened
Dark clouds receding: light is now exceeding
It glows like a fire burning brightly: illuminating
The whole sky: alive with vibration: jubilation
Good has triumphed: every knight cries: hallelujah

As God looks down in sadness

I feel so much sadness as I look around
This world is full of hatred, anger, strife
Ah dear Lord I imagine your poor heart
As you look down in sadness at man's life
So many die each day of hunger...
So many pass away without hope...
Dear Lord how much longer will you wait?
Ah dear Lord how ever do you cope?
How can you bear to watch this disaster?
This mess that man has made upon earth...
I fear: we are not worth your consideration
I fear: do not deserve your precious love
Ah dear Lord how can you keep on loving?
These mere mortals who go on and on and on...
Hating each other: brother fighting brother
Families torn asunder: brought low in such pain
Wars and disasters: people killing each other
Where is the peace that we all crave?
When will be an end to all this bloodshed?
When will it finally be the time...
When we will see you coming with power?
In the clouds with your angels calling your name
Ah my Lord it is so hard to keep on going
It is so very difficult to cope...
But My Lord we are still waiting...
For without your Son we have no hope...

In His place

Some days I just need to be heard
To know that some one understands
A listening ear to hear these simple words
To find a little peace amid the strife
Of this my God-given: not so peaceful life
Isn't it the same for everyone you ask?
Trying to find a little comfort amid the stress
Yes: this is our God-given task: it's true
To be somebody that another soul can turn to
In their pain: that they receive from God a sign
That they are not alone upon this earth
That they are worth the love and care...
That Jesus has promised to lavish upon all
We must do this in His precious name
Be there to lift up another soul...
To give comfort where there is need...
To offer our support and a gentle hand
A soft word, a sweet embrace: in His place
Yes: indeed it is our blessed work
To be the comforter when none will go
To be the link: to love our neighbour
To offer up a little of our precious time
For God so loved the world that He gave
His most precious possession: His Son
For us: for everyone: praise His Holy name

Create in me a clean heart oh Lord

How many of us would like to start over?
Erase all mistakes and errors: blot them out
Create a perfect new being: pure and clean?
Does anyone understand exactly what I mean?
Ah Lord it is with a heavy heart I pray: knowing
That you know all of me: see right through me
You: my dearest Saviour: have been with me
Throughout this life journey that is hurting me
You knew me before I was even born: it's true
There is absolutely nothing I can hide from you
Everything that has happened: all that I am...
You are aware of all my frailties: my faults
You know all of my traits: my strengths too
You know all there is to know: does it show?
Through this: my outer skin: all that I am: within?
Only you my dearest Lord do truly know...
All of this human that I am and yet you came
You carried my sins to the cross on Calvary
You bore my burdens knowing I could not
You shed your tears for the pain I caused
You gave your blood to wash me clean...
My filthy rags are turned to white raiment
Because of you...because of your precious gift
I am forgiven: cleansed: washed clean: made pure
Thank you my dearest Lord for saving me...

Ten words that changed a life

 Every morning Jesus went to the temple to pray

Every morning he did the very same: there He prayed

The Pharisees sought to test Him: test His knowledge

Asked questions of Him: tried to trick Him you see

To search for any weakness: to bring Him down

They brought before Him an adulteress: caught in the act

Questioned Him about the laws of the land: planned

To catch Him out: wanted to make Him condemn himself

He answered not: started writing in the sand: His hand

Wrote their deepest sins: showed them they could not win

He saw absolutely everything: showed He truly was their King

Then slowly he turned to them and very quietly said...

"He that is without sin among you: let him first cast a stone at her"

They skulked away as they had come: first they were loud: then glum

They were silenced: rebuked by the power of God's Son

When Jesus asked her if there were any to accuse her

She looked up and replied that there were none

"Neither do I condemn thee: go and sin no more!"

Ten amazing words that changed a poor woman's life

Why was Jesus so lenient? Why did He allow her to go free?

It was written in the commandments: "Thou shalt not commit adultery!"

Jesus had healed Simon the Pharisee of leprosy

Simon thought to repay His blessed generosity

Invited God's blessed Son to a wonderful feast

A woman came to the feast: uninvited you see

She washed Jesus' feet with her tears as she cried

Anointed Him with precious oils and kissed his feet

Dried them with her hair: honoured Him for His love

Simon was angry that she should do these things

For she was known as a great sinner all about the place

How could Jesus allow her to anoint even his feet: he cried?

The parable Jesus told was about the two debtors

They owed their master money: one 50 the other 500

They were both forgiven for their debts and Jesus asked

"Which of these loved their master the most?"

"The one who was forgiven the greater debt" Simon replied

The lesson was to teach Simon about his own sins

He who thought himself above the other: holier than her

Was shown that he was wrong: that it was not so

Judge not for in reality: one was in no wise better

No, not at all: each was guilty of sinning: truly!

Jesus told Simon that when he arrived he was...

Not greeted with a kiss of welcome at the door...

Nor was the dust of the road washed from his tired feet...

Anointing oil was not poured out upon his blessed head...

These traditions were accepted everywhere in those days

Yet: all these things were done by the sinful woman

All these things were poured out unto the visitor

Not by the Lord of the household but by the sinful woman

Jesus knew what Simon was thinking: knew his mind

Knew all about the sins he hid inside: in his pride

He looked down upon her for she was a terrible sinner

He was a Pharisee: a Holy man of his people: supposedly

Simon was Mary's uncle: a relative of Lazarus and Martha too

Jesus knew them all from the little town of Bethany

Had been welcomed there by the whole extended family

Had feasted with them all in honour it was true: as was His due

When Martha complained that Mary wasn't helping prepare the food

Jesus knew how much Mary wanted to learn about God: taught her

Told Martha to leave her to her lessons for she was blessed

Simon was Mary's uncle and led her into sin: adultery

Then thought himself holier: better than she: ah the irony

Because of him she lost everything: her good name: her family

She was forced to leave the town: seek her fortune elsewhere

But word travelled fast in the old territory: she was destitute

Had nothing left but her body: so she had to become a prostitute!

Jesus in His mercy had pardoned her sins: in her deep love and sorrow

She knew that he was the messiah: knew that he would die soon

She bought the most expensive oil to anoint Him with

She washed His feet with her tears: anointed Him with that precious oil

Then wiped his feet with her hair: honoured Him with her love

Ah was there a more precious way to bless our Lord from above?

Jesus wanted to pierce Simon's heart: prick his conscience

Thus he allowed him to pronounce his own sentence upon himself

With the parable of the two debtors: Jesus made his point

Simon felt more righteous than Mary: though he was at fault

Finally Simon began to see himself in a new light: as a sinner

Jesus read her heart of love and devotion to him: saw her full story

Simon wanted people to only see his side of everything: unfair

Simon rejected her: after he ruined her life: caused her strife

Yet still he felt he was above her: his holier than thou attitude

Jesus knew from the very start: for Jesus saw into his very heart

He had to show Simon the error of his ways: had to guide him 

Simon became a great disciple of Jesus afterwards: God be praised!

How many of us do this today?

Think we are better than the next person...

When in fact we are all sinners...

Not one is better than the other...

When compared to Jesus: we all fall short...

Ah to hear those blessed words pronounced

"Neither do I condemn thee: go and sin no more"

Ten wonderful words that changed a woman's life

Allow Jesus to forgive you your sins and...

Go and sin no more...

In our image

I thought that I was alone

That none of my children

Looked anything like me

They had their father's feet

Not my tiny little ones: neat

All had their father's pale skin

Not my olive complexion: son

All grew taller than me: easy

But now as I look back again

There are little pieces of me

Yes it's true: these I finally see

In shape of face and actions too

Temperaments are varied: true

Others recognise resemblances

From their perspective I guess

Could I ask for anything less

Now as I look at my grandchildren

There are so many things its true

Little bits of me coming through

I always fell over as a little kid

My grandson isn't the only one

I had a temper that quickly flared

Now my little grand daughter...

Is just like I was: has me scared

What are we going to do with these?

Temper tantrums: nothing less

But there are amazing insights too

My grandson and his auntie Shell

Could be twins: separated by years

One female: the other male: but wow

How amazing to see similarities...

They say we live on in our children

They say we only recognise habits

When we finally see them recurring

In our very own little miniatures

Our children: our grandchildren...

So much like us: so amazing true

And really if we think upon these

God made us in His image: blessed

We are fearfully and wonderfully made

If only, in all these crazy lives we lead

We could make the grade: we could

Be found worthy of all that Jesus gave

For us: poor sinners that we still are...

At Mother's knee

He said "Suffer the little children 
To come unto me" invited them
To come even closer to His knee
He knows that we must teach them
All about His blessed life and times
He knows that it is at mother's knee
That they will learn about His love
So mother's hear my prayers...
Continue to say your prayers too
Teach your little children well
Allow those blessed little children
In His name to be raised...
Be loving, kind and merciful
Just as Jesus is to us all
For it is at His mother's knee
That Jesus learned of love 
Yes: there He learned love: first of all

Meet Him in the middle

Will you meet Him in the middle?
Will you allow Him to come near?
Please allow for God's perfection
To be granted tear by tear...
He has already paid the reaper
Already taken up His blessed cross
That we could be made sinless
Washed us clean upon that cross
By His blood we are forgiven
By His tears we are washed
He took our pain upon His shoulders
Carried all to save us that heavy cost
Now: as time is drawing nearer...
Now: as probation comes to a close...
Have you made the move to meet Him?
Have you decided to reach out to Him?
Know you not that He is still waiting...
Have you done anything to accept His favour?
Or will you be counted among the lost?

Saved by the bell

How many of us have been saved by the bell?
You know you're in trouble: cannot escape your hell
Someone comes along just as you're about to fall
They take the time to help you: lift you as you stall
Stuck in a rut: maybe even hate the life you have to live...
Everything seems tied in darkness: nothing good to see
Then something happens to change it all: life gives
You a second chance: maybe even a third: you're free
Dear Jesus sends His angels: answers your prayers
Though you thought you weren't worth it: you are alive
Because He has already made the greatest sacrifice
Jesus has paid your price: paid it all in full: go forth, thrive
Upon His promises: live by His blessed word...
He sees into your future: already knows your past
No matter where this life has dragged you...
Take up the cross that you have been cast
Allow his grace to be sufficient: accept His promises
He has made life eternal: available: cleansed you of your sins
By His blood you are made worthy: washed away everything
But you need to accept this most gracious gift of His
You need to follow after Him: no denying His great love
Look up to see His soon coming: in the clouds He comes

Why do the stars keep shining?

Why do the stars keep shining? 
Why do the clouds always appear?
When the darkness is deepest
When hearts tremble in fear...
So many people are distressed 
So many lost and all alone
Nobody to rescue the fallen 
Nobody to call on the telephone
Why does life go on around us?
Even when it should stand still...
Why do some succeed and climb up?
When others struggle with every hill?
Does having faith make a difference?
Does resting upon the Lord give strength?
Do those without a personal saviour?
Struggle on alone; give up their own will?
Does Satan close in on those who linger?
Too close for comfort upon the ledge...
Does he steal our peace: fear bringer?
Does he grasp us by the curtain's edge?
As we peer out from behind our fingers
Do we see the demon that we fear
Or can we be saved by our Lord Jesus?
When all else has left us wallowing in tears
Yes! Dear Jesus is our Saviour!
Yes! He has already paid our price!
Never doubt that Jesus loves us!
For it was for us He took up the fight!
Yes! We are worth dying for!
Yes! We are already delivered up!
Though Satan lies and scares us
We are worthy because Jesus paid our price!