....... whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things.

Showing posts with label songs of praise. Show all posts
Showing posts with label songs of praise. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

I don't want to be me

Jesus I want to be more like you
In everything I say and do
Unto you I cry my plea
I don't want to be me

Purify me with a burning fire
I pray this would be my heart's desire
Lord show me what your will would be
I don't want to be me

I want you in my life each day
Give me the strength to walk in the way
Your love is all I want them to see
Lord I don't want to be me

Lord I wonder how it could be
that you would send your son to die for me
My love and life is all I can offer you.
~lyrics-S.M.V
~ melody G.E.F

Sunday, September 13, 2009

In Him there is no darkness at all



Jesus you came to break death’s chain

Jesus you came to bring life again

The only begotten Son of God

To bring new life to the ones of sod

The ones who were dying

The ones who were crying

“Oh God do not forsake us!

Oh come and remake us!”

Jesus you came by the will of your Father

Jesus you were sent because there was none other

Who was perfect in the fathers sight

Who could shine thru the darkness of night

You gave up your will and followed God’s call

You took on all sin and died for us all

Up from the grave the first born from the dead

Jesus you conquered death and it’s dread


Jesus come and rule our lives

Jesus we give you a complete sacrifice

Daily we're dying to all that’s wrong

In your strength you are making us strong

Now we can be sons because of what you have done

Dying to ourselves you are making us one

All fleshly desires are all past and gone

Our Father is now glorified midst the victorious throng!


Thursday, August 27, 2009

The Rose by Anonymous Author

It's only a tiny rosebud

A flower of God's design;

But I cannot unfold the petals

With these clumsy hands of mine.

The secret of unfolding flowers

Is not known to such as I...

The flower God opens so sweetly

In my hand would fade and die.

If I cannot unfold a rosebud

This flower of God's design,

Then how can I think I have wisdom

To unfold this life of mine?

So I'll trust in Him for His leading

Each moment of every day,

And I'll look to Him for His Guidance

Each step of the pilgrim way.

For the pathway that lies before me

My Heavenly Father knows –

I'll trust Him to unfold the moments

Just as He unfolds the rose.