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Lord, I would own Thy tender care,
And all Thy love to me;
The food I eat, the clothes I wear,
Are all bestowed by Thee.
’Tis Thou preservest me from death
And dangers every hour;
I cannot draw another breath
Unless Thou give me power.
Kind angels guard me every night,
As round my bed they stay:
Nor am I absent from Thy sight
In darkness or by day.
My health, and friends, and parents dear,
To me by God are giv’n;
I have not any blessing here
But what is sent from Heav’n.
Such goodness, Lord, and constant care
I never can repay;
But may it be my daily prayer,
To love Thee and obey
To love and qbey, to trust and obey, there is no other way.
I read a really cool sign today it said:
:D Be a fisher of men.... :D
:D Go out and catch them, He will gut em and clean em.... :D
It's running
And walking
And fighting
And turning the other cheek
It's giving
Receiving
It's hoping
Being bold and being meek
It's laying down your nets
It's laying down your life
To take up the cross
And follow the Fisher of men
It's winning
And losing
And trying
It's considering the cost
Remembering
Forgetting
It's counting your gains as but a loss
It's laying down your nets
Laying down you life
To take up the cross
And follow the Fisher of me
What does it mean to be born again
What does it mean to be grafted into the body of Christ
To be conformed into the image of the One
Who lay down his life
So that you and I might live
It's living
And dying
And rising
Reward and sacrifice
It's sharing
The blessings
The sufferings
The righteousness of Christ
It's laying down your nets
It's laying down your life
To take up the cross
Pick up your cross
And follow the Fisher of men
Follow the Fisher of men
Yeah, follow the Fisher of men
Yeah, follow the Fisher of men
It's winning
And losing
And trying
It's living
And dying
And rising
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The really Great part about fishing for men is the Lake isnt stoned with bluegill.
Sometimes I drive too fast
Sometimes I risk it all
Sometimes I'm reckless
And act like I'm made of steel
But I'm just flesh and bones
A product of the Fall
Still I have purpose
And this I know to be real
Life is precious, life is sweet
Like the earth beneath my feet
Though I know I'm passing through
I know I belong to You
Life is precious, life is sweet
And this truth makes it complete
Knowing Jesus died for me
Life is precious
Life is precious, life is sweet
And this life I live in the body
I live by faith in the One
Who gave Himself for me
With God in my Hart no mater what...
I know its never to late.
Yesterday evening all the children around here keep riding buy the house on their bikes...heading up around the bend where the apple tree pelts the road all summer... no big deal right... We where rehearsing out side last night and I didn’t pay any attention to it.. its just kids right... its a good place to play right... turns out Sean rides by and says there is going to be a fight between two teen girls....O boy So my wife goes (runs) up to try and put a stop to the thing... try.... Guess what Guys what there was no fight
there was no teen girls But there was about twenty kids from around sitting in the field listening to two girls singing the Good Lords words the best I’ve ever heard it sound… See nobody took over the kids class at church last night (sick teacher... preacher out of town ) you know.. the stuff committees on committees is made for….
Some times kids do the darndest things, this time I didn’t have to ask why
this is what i got to hear....
To Give it all up for one thing... is something no man would be willing to do Untill YOU show him what its like...
Jesus was walking beside the waters at the Sea of Galilee
He saw two brothers were casting their nets and He said,
"Come and follow Me"
They didn't tell Him, "We'll do it tomorrow"; They didn't ask Him "why?"
They didn't save up enough to fall back on; They didn't say "We'll try."
They dropped it all! To answer to His call! Jesus was there. This was their prayer...
Give me the heart of a servant; Humbly I seek the truth.
Hold me the hands of a master; I give my life to you!
I dropped it all! Answered your call! You're waiting there. this is my prayer...
Guide me safely through the Storm, let me walk upon the water.
Show me where to cast my nets and keep me focused on the Father.
Let me catch a million fish for you.
I want to be - a fisher of men; Oh, let us be - fishers of men.
He never said it'd be easy; In fact the opposite's true.
He said that people would hunt us and hate us and misunderstand us, too.
But, what a wonderful feeling; With Jesus Christ to serve!
To spread the hope, and the love, and the peace of salvation we don't deserve.
I'll drop it all! To answer His call! He's waiting there. This is my prayer...
Give me the heart of a servant; Humbly I seek the truth.
Hold me the hands of a master; I give my life to you!
I dropped it all! Answered your call! You're waiting there. this is my prayer...
God Bless
Am I A Fireman Yet??
In Phoenix , Arizona , a 26-year-old mother stared down at her 6 year old son, who was dying of terminal leukemia.
Although her heart was filled with sadness,she also had a strong feeling of determination.
Like any parent, she wanted her son to grow up &
Fulfill all his dreams.
Now that was no longer possible.
The leukemia would see to that. But she still wanted her son's dream to come true.
She took her son's hand and asked,
"Billy, did you ever think about what you wanted to be once you grew up?
Did you ever dream and wish what you would do with
Your life?"
Mommy, "I always wanted to be a fireman when I grew up."
Mom smiled back and said, "Let's see if we can make your wish come true."
Later that day she went to her local fire
Department in Phoenix , Arizona , where she met Fireman Bob, who had a heart as big
As Phoenix .
She explained her son's final wish and
Asked if it might be possible to give her
6 year Old son a ride around the block on a fire engine.
Fireman Bob said, "Look, we can do better than
That. If you'll have your son ready at seven o'clock
Wednesday morning, we'll make him an honorary
Fireman for the whole day.
He can come down to the fire station, eat with us,
Go out on all the fire calls, the whole nine yards!
And if you'll give us his sizes, we'll get a real fire uniform
For him, with a real fire hat - not a toy --
One-with the emblem of the PhoenixFire Department
On it, a yellow slicker like we wear and rubber boots.
They're all manufactured right here in Phoenix , so
We can get them fast."
Three days later Fireman Bob picked up Billy,
Dressed him in his uniform and escorted him from His hospital bed to the waiting
Hook and ladder truck.
Billy got to sit on the back of the truck and help
Steer it back to the fire station.
He was in heaven.
There were three fire calls in Phoenix that day
And Billy got to go out on all three calls
He rode in the different fire engines, the
Paramedic's' van, and even the fire chief's car.
He was also videotaped for the local news program.
Having his dream come true,
With all the Love and attention that was lavished
Upon him, so deeply touched Billy,
That he lived three months longer than any doctor
Thought possible.
One night all of his vital signs began to drop
Dramatically and the head nurse, who believed
In the hospice concept - that no one
Should die alone, began to call the family
Members to the hospital.
Then she remembered the day Billy had spent as a
Fireman, so she called the Fire Chief and asked if it would
Be possible to send a fireman in uniform to the hospital
To be with Billy as he made his transition.
The chief replied, "We can do better than that.
We'll be there in five minutes.
Will you please do me a favor?
When you hear the sirens screaming and see the
Lights flashing, will you announce over the PA system,
That there is not a fire?
It's the department coming to see one of its finest
Members one more time.
And will you open the window to his room?
About five minutes later a hook and ladder truck
Arrived at the hospital and extended its ladder up to
Billy's third floor open window--------
16 fire-fighters climbed up the ladder into Billy's room.
With his mother's permission, they hugged him and held him
And told him how much they LOVED him.
With his dying breath,
Billy looked up at the fire chief and said,
"Chief, am I really a fireman now?"
"Billy, you are, and the Head Chief,
Jesus, is holding your hand," the chief said
With those words, Billy smiled and said,
"I know, He's been holding my hand all day, and
The angels have been singing.."
He closed his eyes one last time.
Well this one just came today from my wife I wanted to share it with all you guys.... she was teared up when she told me she sent it to meI know the love for children is the most important thing in this world and our life in heaven, I believe that all the children Hold jesus hand before the get to go to his house.
Sorry Guys and Gals...
Whole system went down for a week .
We are back up beter then ever!
Praise God!
The road to success is not straight. There is a curve called Failure, a
loop called Confusion, speed bumps called Friends, red lights called
Enemies, caution lights called Family. You will have flats called Jobs.
But, if you have a spare called Determination, an engine called
Perseverance, insurance called Faith, a driver called Jesus, you will
make it to a place called Success.
I CAN DO ALL THINGS THROUGH CHRIST WHO STRENGTHENS ME.
Lord of all creation
Of water earth and sky
Heavens are your tabernacle
Glory to the Lord on high
God of wonders beyond our galaxy
You are holy, holy
The universe declares your majesty
You are holy, holy
Lord of heaven and earth
Lord of heaven and earth
Early in the morning
I will celebrate the light
When I stumble in the darkness
I will call your name by night
Hallelujah
to the Lord of heaven
and earth
It is truly truly wonderful what God can do and the works you can accomplish when you believe
It is truly wonderful
What the Lord has done!
It is truly wonderful!
It is truly wonderful!
It is truly wonderful
What the Lord has done!
Glory to His Name.
He keeps me ev’ry moment
By trusting in His grace;
’Tis through His best atonement,
That I may see His face.
He brings me through affliction,
He leaves me not alone;
He’s with me in temptation,
He keeps me for His own.
He prospers and protects me,
His blessings ever flow;
He fills me with His glory,
He makes me white as snow.
He keeps me firm and faithful,
His love I do enjoy,
For this I shall be grateful,
And live in His employ.
There’s not a single blessing
Which we receive on earth
That does not come from heaven,
The source of our new birth.
It is truly wonderful
What the Lord has done!
It is truly wonderful!
It is truly wonderful!
It is truly wonderful
What the Lord has done!
Glory to His Name.
Some one one left this one about a year ago on my desk .... How did anyone know it was one of my favorites?
In shady, green pastures, so rich and so sweet,
God leads His dear children along;
Where the water’s cool flow bathes the weary one’s feet,
God leads His dear children along.
Some through the waters, some through the flood,
Some through the fire, but all through the blood;
Some through great sorrow, but God gives a song,
In the night season and all the day long.
Sometimes on the mount where the sun shines so bright,
God leads His dear children along;
Sometimes in the valley, in darkest of night,
God leads His dear children along.
Though sorrows befall us and evils oppose,
God leads His dear children along;
Through grace we can conquer, defeat all our foes,
God leads His dear children along.
Away from the mire, and away from the clay,
God leads His dear children along;
Away up in glory, eternity’s day,
God leads His dear children along.
God lead me among men, to bring them home to you
To know a friend like Jesus Is the Best feeling a man can share!
I have a Friend so precious,
So very dear to me,
He loves me with a tender love,
He loves me faithfully;
I could not live apart from Him,
I love to feel Him nigh;
And so we dwell together,
My Lord and I.
Sometimes I’m faint and weary,
He knows that I am weak;
And as He bids me lean on Him,
His help I’ll gladly seek;
He leads me in the path of light,
Beneath a sunny sky;
And so we dwell together,
My Lord and I.
He knows how much I love Him,
He knows I love Him well;
But with what love He loveth me,
My tongue can never tell;
It is an everlasting love
In ever rich supply;
And so we dwell together,
My Lord and I.
I tell Him all my sorrows,
I tell Him all my joys,
I tell Him all that pleases me,
I tell Him what annoys;
He tells me what I ought to do,
Hs tells me what to try;
And so we dwell together,
My Lord and I.
He knows how I am longing
Some weary soul to win,
And so He bids me go and speak
A loving word for Him;
He bids me tell His wondrous love,
And why He came to die;
And so we dwell together,
My Lord and I.
James R. LowÂ*ell, in the BosÂ*ton CourÂ*iÂ*er, DeÂ*cemÂ*ber 11, 1845. LowÂ*ell wrote these words as a poÂ*em proÂ*testÂ*ing AmerÂ*iÂ*ca’s war with MexÂ*iÂ*co.
Once to every man and nation, comes the moment to decide,
In the strife of truth with falsehood, for the good or evil side;
Some great cause, some great decision, offering each the bloom or blight,
And the choice goes by forever, ’twixt that darkness and that light.
Then to side with truth is noble, when we share her wretched crust,
Ere her cause bring fame and profit, and ’tis prosperous to be just;
Then it is the brave man chooses while the coward stands aside,
Till the multitude make virtue of the faith they had denied.
By the light of burning martyrs, Christ, Thy bleeding feet we track,
Toiling up new Calv’ries ever with the cross that turns not back;
New occasions teach new duties, time makes ancient good uncouth,
They must upward still and onward, who would keep abreast of truth.
Though the cause of evil prosper, yet the truth alone is strong;
Though her portion be the scaffold, and upon the throne be wrong;
Yet that scaffold sways the future, and behind the dim unknown,
Standeth God within the shadow, keeping watch above His own.
NO mater what the problem it not right to fight... But it is right in Gods eyes to defend ones rights, ones honor, and ones family and land.
Fear not, O little flock, the foe
Who madly seeks your overthrow;
Dread not his rage and power;
What though your courage sometimes faints?
His seeming triumph o’er God’s saints
Lasts but a little hour.
Fear not, be strong! your cause belongs
To Him Who can avenge your wrongs;
Leave all to Him, your Lord;
Though hidden yet from mortal eyes,
Salvation shall for you arise;
He girdeth on His sword!
As true as God’s own promise stands,
Not earth nor hell with all their bands
Against us shall prevail;
The Lord shall mock them from His throne;
God is with us; we are His own;
Our victory cannot fail!
Amen, Lord Jesus, grant our prayer!
Great Captain, now thine arm make bare;
Thy church with strength defend;
So shall thy saints and martyrs raise
A joyful chorus to Thy praise,
Through ages without end.
Gods promise stands today for us just as it has for years and years
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Your Word is a lamp for my feet, and a light for my pathway.
I will hide Your Word in my heart, and meditate on it each day.
Your Word has the power to give wisdom;
It’s a teacher, the equal of none;
I have sought and found truth in Your teaching
Of Salvation through Jesus, Your Son.
Your Word is a lamp for my feet, and a light for my pathway.
I will hide Your Word in my heart, and meditate on it each day.
All scripture by God is inspirèd;
It rebukes us when we go astray,
It is useful for teaching, correcting,
And to train us for living God’s way.
I hear the Savior say,
“Thy strength indeed is small;
Child of weakness, watch and pray,
Find in Me thine all in all.â€
Fools in their heart believe and say,
“That all religion’s vain;
There is no God that reigns on high,
Or minds th’affairs of men.â€
This one came today from a guy Ive never met bfore I simply read Good people of alipac and then a picture of what this guy thought is his heaven heaven BBo3 thanks
Fight the good fight with all thy might;
Christ is thy Strength, and Christ thy Right;
Lay hold on life, and it shall be
Thy joy and crown eternally.
Run the straight race through God’s good grace,
Lift up thine eyes, and seek His face;
Life with its way before us lies,
Christ is the Path, and Christ the Prize.
Cast care aside, upon thy Guide,
Lean, and His mercy will provide;
Lean, and the trusting soul shall prove
Christ is its Life, and Christ its Love.
Faint not nor fear, His arms are near,
He changeth not, and thou art dear.
Only believe, and thou shalt see
That Christ is all in all to thee.
Amen
Dear Lord Thank you today for the people of Alipac, and the ability you give them to succeed. I ask that you Bless all our men over seas in the battles for freedom. I ask dear lord, For you to help All our law makers to see the way to doing what is right for all of the American people and for the world.. Dear Lord I thank you for the Gift of life. In your name I pray
amen
Grant me a valley, far from the nations,
Where I may dwell all my days.
There peace attends me, ’mid tribulations,
If I but walk in Your ways.
While furies rage and tremble the ground,
While fear and conflicts surround.
In that calm valley, my generations
Stand giving thanks, singing praise.
Where Your hand leads me, there shall I follow,
Trusting Your Word as my guide.
When others fail me, their pledge found hollow
Your grace and love fast abide.
Wilderness path or broad smooth highway
I’ll yield to You, Lord, the way.
The present I see. Not so, tomorrow,
Save that You walk by my side.
God the creator, who is and shall be,
Present in all time and place.
Be my defender, never forsake me.
Never from me, hide your face.
When cold descends and gathers the dark,
When night stills even the lark.
Be my protector, fold your hand o’er me.
I’ll shelter in its embrace.
(Heavner 05)
Psalm of the Valley
It would be great to read this thread the very first of our daily visit to Alipac, or the very last visit of the day. The issues we encounter and battle each day (personal ones as well) can weigh heavy on our minds and our hearts and what better way to clear our thoughts than with the words of the Lord and the peace He brings.
Thank You friend,
Jeremiah 29:11
Someone told me this came from the bible ...
trying to workup a flute thingy for it
God Bless You Guys Have A Good week end and I hope If there is one of us here at alipac that just hasnt in life yet found Jesus. Try to sneek off to church this sunday and see what all the Great stuff is all about. Its the only club where you can go strait to the top day one.
Its a Gang that Hangs with the Lord.
:D "He rumbles loudly like thunder. And whispers softly like butterfly sneezes." :D
[b][i]When the world seems crazy
And I want to hide
I hear a quiet voice inside
“God is not a man that he should lie.â€
God send us men whose aim ’twill be,
Not to defend some ancient creed,
But to live out the laws of Christ
In every thought and word and deed.
God send us men alert and quick
His lofty precepts to translate,
Until the laws of Christ become
The laws and habits of the state.
God send us men of steadfast will,
Patient, courageous, strong and true,
With vision clear and mind equipped
His will to learn, his work to do.
God send us men with hearts ablaze,
All truth to love, all wrong to hate;
These are the patriots nations need;
GOD MAKES HUNGRY LIONS CROUCH
We can only wait ...
While we wait we can ask God each night and morn to be with our friends in Pennsylvania !
[b]Help, Lord, for men of virtue fail,
Religion loses ground,
The sons of violence prevail,
And treacheries abound.
Their oaths and promises they break,
Yet act the flatterer’s part;
With fair, deceitful lips they speak,
And with a double heart.
If we reprove some hateful lie,
How is their fury stirred!
“Are not our lips our own?â€
You are Loved
Invite him in
There are loved ones in the glory,
Whose dear forms you often miss;
When you close your earthly story,
Will you join them in their bliss?
Will the circle be unbroken
By and by, by and by?
In a better home awaiting
In the sky, in the sky?
In the joyous days of childhood,
Oft they told of wondrous love,
Pointed to the dying Savior
Now they dwell with Him above.
You remember songs of heaven
Which you sang with childish voice,
Do you love the hymns they taught you,
Or are songs of earth your choice?
You can picture happy gatherings
Round the fireside long ago,
And you think of tearful partings,
When they left you here below:
One by one their seats were emptied,
One by one they went away;
Here the circle has been broken—
Will it be complete one day?
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Wonderful grace of Jesus,
Greater than all my sin;
How shall my tongue describe it,
Where shall its praise begin?
Taking away my burden,
Setting my spirit free;
For the wonderful grace of Jesus reaches me.
Wonderful the matchless grace of Jesus,
Deeper than the mighty rolling sea;
Wonderful grace, all sufficient for me, for even me.
Broader than the scope of my transgressions,
Greater far than all my sin and shame,
O magnify the precious Name of Jesus.
Praise His Name!
Wonderful grace of Jesus,
Reaching to all the lost,
By it I have been pardoned,
Saved to the uttermost,
Chains have been torn asunder,
Giving me liberty;
For the wonderful grace of Jesus reaches me.
Wonderful grace of Jesus,
Reaching the most defiled,
By its transforming power,
Making him God’s dear child,
Purchasing peace and heaven,
For all eternity;
And the wonderful grace of Jesus reaches me.
God is Just a prayer away
All you have to do is walk alone some place then get down on your knees and talk to him. Just talk to him and Be your self....
By his grace You can look on his face and there will be Glory for you...Glory for you !!!
Joyful, joyful, we adore Thee, God of glory, Lord of love;
Hearts unfold like flowers before Thee, opening to the sun above.
Melt the clouds of sin and sadness; drive the dark of doubt away;
Giver of immortal gladness, fill us with the light of day!
All Thy works with joy surround Thee, earth and heaven reflect Thy rays,
Stars and angels sing around Thee, center of unbroken praise.
Field and forest, vale and mountain, flowery meadow, flashing sea,
Singing bird and flowing fountain call us to rejoice in Thee.
Thou art giving and forgiving, ever blessing, ever blessed,
Wellspring of the joy of living, ocean depth of happy rest!
Thou our Father, Christ our Brother, all who live in love are Thine;
Teach us how to love each other, lift us to the joy divine.
Mortals, join the happy chorus, which the morning stars began;
Father love is reigning o’er us, brother love binds man to man.
Ever singing, march we onward, victors in the midst of strife,
Joyful music leads us Sunward in the triumph song of life.
God is just a prayer away ... Just ask him today!
Don’t wait till things get so bad in your life.
How many times have you found yourself day dreaming or just saying to your self I’m board.
How many times do you find yourself saying there’s nothing on The T.V.
Don’t wait till your life has gotten out of control
Maybe your life is in control
maybe things are going Great for you, maybe you don’t watch T.V. maybe your happily married and just have a Good life, with little money problems maybe
Maybe the hardest thing you’ll need to decide today is where to eat ...
do you know the Lord... he is just a prayer away... Call him up and thank him for the good life.
There’s a garden where Jesus is waiting,
There’s a place that is wondrously fair,
For it glows with the light of His presence.
’Tis the beautiful garden of prayer.
Oh, the beautiful garden, the garden of prayer!
Oh, the beautiful garden of prayer!
There my Savior awaits, and He opens the gates
To the beautiful garden of prayer.
There’s a garden where Jesus is waiting,
And I go with my burden and care,
Just to learn from His lips words of comfort
In the beautiful garden of prayer.
There’s a garden where Jesus is waiting,
And He bids you to come, meet Him there;
Just to bow and receive a new blessing
In the beautiful garden of prayer.
Help yourself today, help a friend , help stranger but do it for God
Do it for the LORD
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Clothe yourself with humility;
Don’t try to take first place.
For God opposes all the proud,
But gives the humble grace.
Humble yourself beneath God’s hand;
Someday He’ll lift you high.
Cast your anxiety on Him;
His care will never die.
Be self-controlled and on alert;
Satan is prowling round.
He’s like a lion seeking prey;
Stand firm and don’t give ground.
Stand firm and steadfast in the faith;
You’re not alone in trial.
Your Christian brothers round the earth
Suffer like you a while.
The God of grace will see you through;
Someday His face you’ll see.
You’ll share the glory of His Son
For all eternity.
And after you have suffered here,
God will remove your care.
He’ll make you strong, steadfast, and firm;
His be the power fore’er!
God is just a prayer away
Be safe friend as you go off this week in your life Just dont try do it .
Prayer
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This one is always a treat...
On the wings of a snow white dove he sends his pure sweet love
A sign from above on the wings of a dove
When troubles surround us when evils come
The body grows weak the spirit grows numb
When these things beset us he doesn't forget us
He sends down his love on the wings of a dove
On the wings of a snow white dove..
When noah has drifted on the flood many days
The searchers for land in various ways
Troubles he had some but wasn't forgotten
He sent him his love on the wings of a dove
On the wings of a snow white dove..
When jesus went down to the river that day
He was baptized in the usual way
And when it was done god blessed his son
He sent him his love on the wings of a dove
On the wings of a snow white dove..
On the wings of a snow white dove on the wings of a snow white dove
On the wings of a snow white dove
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God is Bigger then you can Imagine
Give it all to him he can take it
See you guys next week
If you’re reading this
My mommas sitting there
Looks like I only got a one-way ticket over here
I sure wish I could give you one more kiss
And war was just a game we played when we were kids
Well I’m laying down my gun
I’m hanging up my boots
I’m up here with God
And we’re BOTH watching over you
So lay me down
In that open field out on the edge of town
And know my soul
Is where my momma always prayed that it would go
And if you’re reading this
I’m already home
If you’re reading this
Half way around the world
I won’t be there to see the birth of our little girl
I hope she looks like you
I hope she fights like me
Stands up for the innocent and the weak
I’m laying down my gun
I’m hanging up my boots
Tell dad I don’t regret that I followed in his shoes
So lay me down
In that open field out on the edge of town
And know my soul
Is where my momma always prayed that it would go
And if you’re reading this
I’m already home
If you’re reading this
There’s gonna come a day
When you move on and find someone else
And that’s okay
Just remember this
I’m in a better place
Where soldiers live in peace
And angels sing Amazing Grace
So lay me down
In that open field out on the edge of town
And know my soul
Is where my momma always prayed that it would go
And if you’re reading this
If you’re reading this
I’m already home
One of the kids in my class sent me this ask If Id play it
He said its by God , if any of you guys have a link for the misic could you PM me with it .
By God
You bring out the best in me
Which is nothing less than Your holiness
Manifest Your power in me
And I?ll be a vessel of Your glory
I lay me down, let it rise up in my soul
I?m falling down, so You pick me up again
God tear it down, the walls
That the enemy built around me
Send Your spirit down
Where the spirit is, there is freedom
Oh God, without You I can do nothing
By God, I can do all things
It should?ve been my hands
It should?ve been my cross
It should?ve been my nails
That pierced Your skin
So I deny myself
And I take up my cross
To follow you
Oh, yeah
It?s not about me
For by grace, I was saved
By God
And I am not mine
I was bought with a price
By God
And I will live by
Every word from His mouth
By God
He won?t back down
Push and you get pushed back
By God
I open up my mouth
Fill it up with the word of God
When I reach out my hand
Lord may it have your healing
Lord, bring it down
Release your power once again
Anoint our hands to do the works
That you once did
Lord, our desire is for
The spiritual gifts of God
Let the children prophesy
Your wonderful works, Lord
Oh God, without You I can do nothing
By God, I can do all things
It should?ve been my hands
It should?ve been my cross
It should?ve been my nails
That pierced Your skin
So I deny myself
And I take up my cross
To follow you
Oh, yeah
It?s not about me
For by grace, I was saved
By God
And I am not mine
I was bought with a price
By God
And I will live by
Every word from His mouth
By God
He won?t back down
Push and you get pushed back
By God
It should?ve been my hands
It should?ve been my cross
It should?ve been my nails
That pierced Your skin
So I deny myself
And I take up my cross
And follow you (2x)
Oh, yeah
It?s not about me
For by grace, I was saved
By God
And I am not mine
I was bought with a price
By God
And I will live by
Every word from His mouth
By God
He won?t back down
Push and you get pushed back
By God
By God
G Go to God in prayer daily
R Read God's Word daily begin with the Gospel of John.
O Obey God moment by moment
W Witness for Christ by your life and words
T Trust God for every detail of your life
H Holy Spirit - allow Him to control and empower your daily life and
witness
The sower went forth sowing,
The seed in secret slept
Through weeks of faith and patience,
Till out the green blade crept;
And warmed by golden sunshine,
And fed by silver rain,
At last the fields were whitened
To harvest once again.
O praise the heavenly Sower,
Who gave the fruitful seed,
And watched and watered duly,
And ripened for our need.
Behold! the heavenly Sower
Goes forth with better seed,
The Word of sure salvation,
With feet and hands that bleed;
Here in His Church ’tis scattered,
Our spirits are the soil;
Then let an ample fruitage
Repay His pain and toil.
Oh, beauteous is the harvest,
Wherein all goodness thrives,
And this the true thanksgiving,
The first fruits of our lives.
Within a hallowed acre
He sows yet other grain,
When peaceful earth receiveth
The dead He died to gain;
For though the growth be hidden,
We know that they shall rise;
Yea even now they ripen
In sunny Paradise.
O summer land of harvest,
O fields forever white
With souls that wear Christ’s raiment,
With crowns of golden light.
One day the heavenly Sower
Shall reap where He hath sown,
And come again rejoicing,
And with Him bring His own;
And then the fan of judgment
Shall winnow from His floor
The chaff into the furnace
That flameth evermore.
O holy, awful Reaper,
Have mercy in the day,
Thou puttest in the sickle,
And cast us not away.
I cant believe I let this fall down so far.
Hear ye the Master’s call, “Give Me thy best!â€
Guys you’ve got to let me blow off some stem.
I’m pretty angry tonight
I work allot, I bust my backside to pay for my family , 50 and 60 hours a week on Sunday I go to church,
I pay my taxes. Since I’m self employed, right now I pay over $600.00 a month In health care for my children and that’s without dental and with co payments that are 20, 30, and 50 dollars depending on what is the case.
Now I was born here, my ancestors were born here. My children were born here,
If I need help with health care I can’t get it, so why on Gods green earth would anybody in there right mind give tax dollars, my tax dollars to criminals. Take my tax dollars away for seniors and give it to non citizens.
I’m all for helping the people that are in this country out when they need a lift up. And I don’t think that the kids that are here by Illegal parents should go if they are sick but let that country pay for it. They have the money
Ill give you the shirt off my back. But if the people who pay the money can’t get the money when they need it then I’m sorry that’s wrong. WRONG, DEAD WRONG
Gee I almost feel better,
My wife is mad as heck at me I actually scream about this one today.
My weekends program
I sing for you Lord,
Raise a voice for him .
Guys if you think you cant sing at all, sneek off one time by yourself ,and
sing a song to God,
any song
bet it sounds Good
No doubt people have always sung -- people everywhere, at all times and in all cultures. Young people, old people, children. Even babies sing. Happy people, sad people, people in crisis, people in prison, people about to die, people about to give birth. All aspects of human culture involves singing from religious rites to rites of passage, acts of debauchery to acts of devotion. People sing to their children, to their spouses, to their pets, in the shower, in church, at baseball games, in concerts, when no one is listening, and for no particular reason. People sing because it makes them feel good. People sing because it's fun.
How good it is to thank the Lord,
And praise to Thee, Most High, accord,
To show Thy love with morning light,
And tell Thy faithfulness each night;
Yea, good it is Thy praise to sing,
And all our sweetest music bring.
O Lord, with joy my heart expands,
Before the wonders of Thy hands;
Great works, Jehovah, Thou hast wrought,
Exceeding deep Thine every thought;
A foolish man knows not their worth,
Nor he whose mind is of the earth.
When as the grass the wicked grow,
When sinners flourish here below,
Then is there endless ruin nigh,
But Thou, O Lord, art throned on high;
Thy foes shall fall before Thy might,
The wicked shall be put to flight.
Thou, Lord, hast high exalted me
With royal strength and dignity;
With Thine anointing I am blest,
Thy grace and favor on me rest;
I thus exult o’er all my foes,
O’er all that would my cause oppose.
The righteous man shall flourish well,
And in the house of God shall dwell;
He shall be like a goodly tree,
And all his life shall fruitful be;
For righteous is the Lord and just,
He is my Rock, in Him I trust.
Lift every voice and sing, till earth and Heaven ring,
Ring with the harmonies of liberty;
Let our rejoicing rise, high as the listening skies,
Let it resound loud as the rolling sea.
Sing a song full of the faith that the dark past has taught us,
Sing a song full of the hope that the present has brought us;
Facing the rising sun of our new day begun,
Let us march on till victory is won.
Stony the road we trod, bitter the chastening rod,
Felt in the days when hope unborn had died;
Yet with a steady beat, have not our weary feet,
Come to the place for which our fathers sighed?
We have come over a way that with tears has been watered,
We have come, treading our path through the blood of the slaughtered;
Out from the gloomy past, till now we stand at last
Where the white gleam of our bright star is cast.
God of our weary years, God of our silent tears,
Thou Who hast brought us thus far on the way;
Thou Who hast by Thy might, led us into the light,
Keep us forever in the path, we pray.
Lest our feet stray from the places, our God, where we met Thee.
Lest our hearts, drunk with the wine of the world, we forget Thee.
Shadowed beneath Thy hand, may we forever stand,
True to our God, true to our native land.
Christ for the world we sing,
The world to Christ we bring, with loving zeal,
The poor and them that mourn, the faint and overborne,
Sin sick and sorrow worn, whom Christ doth heal.
Christ for the world we sing,
The world to Christ we bring, with fervent prayer;
The wayward and the lost, by restless passions tossed,
Redeemed at countless cost, from dark despair.
Christ for the world we sing,
The world to Christ we bring, with one accord;
With us the work to share, with us reproach to dare,
With us the cross to bear, for Christ our Lord.
Christ for the world we sing,
The world to Christ we bring, with joyful song;
The newborn souls, whose days, reclaimed from error’s ways,
Inspired with hope and praise, to Christ belong.
This song is for him this time we rock it ....
Lord of all creation
Of water earth and sky
Heavens are your tabernacle
Glory to the Lord on high
God of wonders beyond our galaxy
You are holy, holy
The universe declares your majesty
You are holy, holy
Lord of heaven and earth Lord of heaven and earth
Early in the morning
I will celebrate the light
When I stumble in the darkness
I will call your name by night
Hallelujah to the Lord of heaven and earth
Jeremy You rock because you sing for him
Would I believe you when you would say
Your hand will guide my every way
Will I receive the words You say
Every moment of every day
Well I will walk by faith
Even when I cannot see
Well because this broken road
Prepares Your will for me
Help me to win my endless fears
You've been so faithful for all my years
With one breath You make me new
Your grace covers all I do
yeah, yeah , yeah, yeah, yeah, ya
Well I'm broken, but I still see Your face
Well You've spoken, pouring Your words of grace
Well hallelujah, hallelu
(I will walk by faith)
Well hallelujah, hallelu
(I will walk by faith)
I will walk, I will walk, I will walk by faith
I will, I will, I will walk by faith
PRAISE GOD
1421amen
I'm finding myself at a loss for words
And the funny thing is it's okay
The last thing I need is to be heard
But to hear what You would say
Word of God speak
Would You pour down like rain
Washing my eyes to see
Your majesty
To be still and know
That You're in this place
Please let me stay and rest
In Your holiness
Word of God speak
I'm finding myself in the midst of You
Beyond the music, beyond the noise
All that I need is to be with You
And in the quiet hear Your voice
I'm finding myself at a loss for words
And the funny thing is it's okay
Just listen its, his will
Save us oh Lord our God
And gather us from the nations
That we may give thanks to your holy name
And glory in your praise
Praise be to God the father
To whom we lift our hands
Praise be to God forever
Know what Amen is !
today
Just sing for Him !
Sing to God, sing praises to His name; Lift up a song for Him who rides through the deserts, Whose name is the LORD, and exult before Him.
Sing to God, make music to praise his name. Make a highway for him to ride through the deserts. The LORD is his name. Celebrate in his presence
Sing the glory of His name; Make His praise glorious.
Sing unto God, our Hope and our Deliv’rer;
He is the Lord, the mighty theme prolong;
Pour out your hearts in music’s sweetest numbers,
Pour out your hearts in melody and song.
Seek ye the gates, the lovely gates of Zion,
Now let His courts with holy rapture ring;
Wake, wake again, the silent harp of Judah;
Break forth ye hills, and let the desert sing.
Sing unto God, our Hope and our Deliv’rer;
He is the Lord, the mighty theme prolong;
Pour out your hearts in music’s sweetest numbers,
Pour out your hearts in melody and song.
Sing unto God, for He alone is worthy,
Sing unto God, for He alone is King;
Come, O ye lands, and trusting His salvation,
Sing unto God, in grateful chorus sing.
Great is the Lord, and wonderful His mercy,
Strong is His love, abiding evermore.
Sing unto God, and let the voice of gladness,
Break from our hearts, and spread from shore to shore.
Sing unto God, for He alone is worthy,
Sing unto God, for He alone is King;
Come, O ye lands, and trusting His salvation,
Sing unto God, in grateful chorus sing.
Sing unto God, ye ransomed ones in glory,
Ye who have reached the shining realms of peace,
Ye who are safe within the blessèd kingdom,
Safe in that land where praise shall never cease.
Sing unto God, ye angels that behold Him,
Sing as ye fly to do your Sovereign’s will,
Sing unto God, let anthems ever rolling,
Earth and the sky with joy and gladness fill.
Sing unto God, ye ransomed ones in glory,
Ye who have reached the shining realms of peace,
Ye who are safe within the blessèd kingdom,
Safe in that land where praise shall never cease.
I would rather live my life as if there is a God and die to find out there isn’t,
Then live my life as if there isn’t and die to find out there is….
Jesus said to pray this way ….
I’ve heard this prayer sung about a hundred different ways by at least that many people I want to ask you Guys if this week you would sing these words for god any way that comes into your heart> God will hear the words as sweet music it his ears.
Our Father, who art in heaven,
Hallowed be thy Name.
Thy kingdom come.
Thy will be done,
On earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread.
And forgive us our trespasses,
As we forgive those who trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation,
But deliver us from evil.
For thine is the kingdom,
and the power,
and the glory,
for ever and ever.
Amen.
Crown Him with many crowns, the Lamb upon His throne.
Hark! How the heavenly anthem drowns all music but its own.
Awake, my soul, and sing of Him who died for thee,
And hail Him as thy matchless King through all eternity.
Crown Him the virgin’s Son, the God incarnate born,
Whose arm those crimson trophies won which now His brow adorn;
Fruit of the mystic rose, as of that rose the stem;
The root whence mercy ever flows, the Babe of Bethlehem.
Crown Him the Son of God, before the worlds began,
And ye who tread where He hath trod, crown Him the Son of Man;
Who every grief hath known that wrings the human breast,
And takes and bears them for His own, that all in Him may rest.
Crown Him the Lord of life, who triumphed over the grave,
And rose victorious in the strife for those He came to save.
His glories now we sing, who died, and rose on high,
Who died eternal life to bring, and lives that death may die.
Crown Him the Lord of peace, whose power a scepter sways
From pole to pole, that wars may cease, and all be prayer and praise.
His reign shall know no end, and round His piercèd feet
Fair flowers of paradise extend their fragrance ever sweet.
Crown Him the Lord of love, behold His hands and side,
Those wounds, yet visible above, in beauty glorified.
No angel in the sky can fully bear that sight,
But downward bends his burning eye at mysteries so bright.
Crown Him the Lord of Heaven, enthroned in worlds above,
Crown Him the King to Whom is given the wondrous name of Love.
Crown Him with many crowns, as thrones before Him fall;
Crown Him, ye kings, with many crowns, for He is King of all.
Crown Him the Lord of lords, who over all doth reign,
Who once on earth, the incarnate Word, for ransomed sinners slain,
Now lives in realms of light, where saints with angels sing
Their songs before Him day and night, their God, Redeemer, King.
Crown Him the Lord of years, the Potentate of time,
Creator of the rolling spheres, ineffably sublime.
All hail, Redeemer, hail! For Thou has died for me;
Thy praise and glory shall not fail throughout eternity.
Its True
Thanks Hank
A tongue can accuse or carry bad news;
The seeds of distrust it will sow.
So unless you have made no mistakes in your life,
Be careful of stones that you throw.
A neighbor was passing my garden one time;
She smiled and I knew right away
That it was gossip not flowers that she had on her mind,
And this is what I heard my neighbor say:
"That bad girl down the street, she should be run from our midst.
She drinks and she talks quite a lot.
She knows not to speak to my child nor to me."
My neighbor then smiled, and I thought . . .
A tongue can accuse or carry bad news;
The seeds of distrust it will sow.
So unless you have made no mistakes in your life,
Be careful of stones that you throw.
The car speeded by, the screaming of brakes
A sound that made my blood chill,
For my neighbor's one child had been pulled from the path
And saved by a girl lying still.
Her child was unhurt and my neighbor cried out,
"Oh, who is that brave girl so sweet?"
I covered the crushed, broken body and said,
"That bad girl down the street."
A tongue can accuse or carry bad news;
The seeds of distrust it will sow.
So unless you have made no mistakes in your life,
Be careful of stones that you throw.
Be careful of the words you say,
Keep the soft and
Keep them sweet
Because you never know
From day to day
which ones you’ll have to eat.
I can count a million times
People asking me how I
Can praise You with all that I've gone through
The question just amazes me
Can circumstances possibly
Change who I forever am in You
Maybe since my life was changed
Long before these rainy days
It's never really ever crossed my mind
To turn my back on you, oh Lord
My only shelter from the storm
But instead I draw closer through these times
So I pray
Bring me joy, bring me peace
Bring the chance to be free
Bring me anything that brings You glory
And I know there'll be days
When this life brings me pain
But if that's what it takes to praise You
Jesus, bring the rain
I am Yours regardless of
The clouds that may loom above
Because You are much greater than my pain
You who made a way for me
By suffering Your destiny
So tell me what's a little rain
So I pray
Holy, holy, holy
Here I am Lord and I’m drowning, in Your sea of forgetfulness
The chains of yesterday surround me, I yearn for peace and rest
I don’t want to end up where You found me
And it echoes in my mind
Keeps me awake tonight
I know you’ve cast my sin as far as the East is from the West
And I stand before You now as though I’ve never sinned
But today I feel like I’m just one mistake away
From You leaving me this way
Jesus can you show me just how far the east is from the west
‘Cause I can’t bear to see the man I’ve been
Rising up in me again
In the arms of Your mercy I find rest
‘Cause You know just how far the east is from the west
From one scarred hand to the other
I start the day, the war begins
Endless reminding of my sin
And time and time again
Your truth is drowned out by the storm I’m in
Today I feel like I’m just one mistake away
from You leaving me this way
I know You’ve washed me white
Turn my darkness into life
I need Your peace to get me through
To get me through this night
I can’t live by what I feel
About the truth Your word reveals
I’m not holding on to You
But You’re holding on to me
You’re holding on to me
The Kids ask If I would post this one Here you go Guys its a fun one ...
Oh, you can't get to heaven (Oh, you can't to heaven)
On roller skates. (On roller skates.)
You'll roll right by (You'll roll right by)
Those pearly gates. (Those pearly gates.)
Oh, you can't get to heaven on roller skates.
You'll roll right by those pearly gates.
I ain't a-gonna grieve my Lord no more.
I ain't a-gonna grieve my Lord no more.
I ain't a-gonna grieve my Lord no more.
I ain't a-gonna grieve my Lord no more.
Other verses include:
Oh, you can't get to heaven in a rocking chair
'Cause the rocking chair won't take you there.
Oh, you can't get to heaven in a trolley car
'Cause the gosh darn thing won't go that far.
Oh, you can't get to heaven on a rocket ship
'Cause the rocket ship won't take that trip.
Oh, you can't get to heaven with powder and paint
'Cause the Lord don't want you as you ain't.
Oh, you can't get to heaven in a limousine
'Cause the Lord don't sell no gasoline.
Oh, you can't get to heaven on a pair of skis
'Cause you'll schuss right through St. Peter's knees.
If you get to heaven before I do,
Just bore a hole and pull me through.
If I get to heaven before you do,
I'll plug that hole with shavings and glue.
"That's all there is. There ain't no more,"
St. Peter said, and closed the door.
You'll never get to heaven on a Boy Scout's knee,
'Cos a Boy Sscout's knee is too hairy!
(Scouts sing....on a Girl Guide's knee...too wobbly)!!
You'll never get to heaven in dirty jeans,
'Cos the Lord don't have no washing machines.
You'll never get to heaven on a playtex bra,
'Cos a playtex bra won't stretch that far.
You'll never get to heaven in a rocking chair,
'Cos the Lord He keeps no lazybones there.
You'll never get to heaven on a bottle of gin,
'Cos the Lord won't let no drunkards in.
You'll never get to heaven on a bottle of stout,
'Cos the Lord he throws all drunkards out.
Oh, you can't get to heaven if your newly wed
Cause the Lord ain't got no double bed!
You'll never get to heaven on a ping pong ball
'Cos a ping pong ball is far too small!
You'll never get to heaven in a biscuit tin
'Cos the Lord don't let no crummy ones in!
You'll never get to heaven on a Boy Scout's knee
'Cos you never know where his hands will be!!!
[To be sung in selected company!]
You'll never get to Heaven in [someone's name]'s car
'Cos [someone's name]'s car won't get that far! (or: stops at every bar)
You'll never get to Heaven with a dog as a pet
'Cos the Lord ain't got no lamp posts yet!
You'll never get to heaven in a jumbo jet
'Cos the Lord ain't got no runways yet!
You'll never get to heaven in a bottle of gin
'Cos the Lord won't let no spirits in!
You'll never get to heaven in a bottle of whisky
'Cos the Lord don't like his angels frisky!
If you get there before I do
Just dig a hole and pull me through.
If I get there before you do
I'll dig a hole and spit on you!
"And that is all," St Peter said
As he closed the gates and went to bed.
There are three things you must not do:
You must not spit or smoke or chew.
Oh you'll never get to heaven in a baked bean tin
'Cos a baked bean tin's got baked beans in!
You can't get to heaven in an electric chair,
'Cause the Lord don't allow no fried meat there!
You can't get to heaven in a strapless gown,
'Cause the Lord's afraid it might fall down!
Oh you can't get to heaven with hippy hair,
The Lord don't allow that mess up there!
Oh you can't get to heaven in a mini skirt,
The Lord don't allow that girlie flirt.
Oh, you can't get to heaven in a Kleenex box,
'Cause the Lord don't allow no little snots!
FOR HIM
Magnificent Holy Father
I stand in awe of all I see
Of all the things You have created
But still You choose to think of me
Who am I that You should suffer
Your very life to set me free
The only thing that I can give You
Is the life You gave to me
This is my offering, dear Lord
This is my offering to You, God
And I will give You my life
For it's all I have to give
Because You gave Your life for me
I stand before You at this altar
So many have given You more
I may not have much I can offer
Yet what I have is truly Yours
This is my offering
She was driving last Friday on her way to Cincinnati
On a snow white Christmas Eve
Going home to see her Mama and her Daddy with the baby in the backseat
Fifty miles to go and she was running low on faith and gasoline
It'd been a long hard year
She had a lot on her mind and she didn't pay attention
she was going way too fast
Before she knew it she was spinning on a thin black sheet of glass
She saw both their lives flash before her eyes
She didn't even have time to cry
She was sooo scared
She threw her hands up in the air
Jesus take the wheel
Take it from my hands
Cause I can't do this on my own
I'm letting go
So give me one more chance
To save me from this road I'm on
Jesus take the wheel
It was still getting colder when she made it to the shoulder
And the car came to a stop
She cried when she saw that baby in the backseat sleeping like a rock
And for the first time in a long time
She bowed her head to pray
She said I'm sorry for the way
I've been living my life
I know I've got to change
So from now on tonight
Jesus take the wheel
Take it from my hands
Cause I can't do this on my own
I'm letting go
So give me one more chance
To save me from this road I'm on
Oh, Jesus take the wheel
Oh, I'm letting go
So give me one more chance
Save me from this road I'm on
From this road I'm on
Jesus take the wheel
Oh, take it, take it from me
Oh, why, oh
*
10 out of 10 times,
If we turn any thing over to Jesus
We find that he already has the wheel,
We just didnt didnt hand him
the keys in the first place...
(gaga07)
:D
I think it was Ben Franklin that said this:
Gentlemen, I have lived a long time and am convinced that God governs in the affairs of men. If a sparrow cannot fall to the ground without His notice, is it probable that an empire can rise without His aid? I move that prayer imploring the assistance of Heaven be held every morning before we proceed to business."
Wise man that Ben ...
Sweet secret prayer, comfort divine,
There, O my Lord, I know Thou art mine;
Great Master, there in secret with Thee,
Heaven comes nearer and nearer to me.
Blessings attend and follow us there;
Heaven comes nearer and nearer in prayer.
Sweet secret prayer, comfort divine,
There do Thine arms, Lord, round me entwine;
Rivers of love and mercy there flow,
Balm for all sorrow that mortal can know.
Sweet secret prayer, comfort divine,
There do I feel I truly am Thine;
Heav’n’s windows open, Jesus is near,
Near to my soul, and the Father will hear.
I Love this one !
He came to town on an old freight train,
He jumped off in the pourin' rain.
Everybody said "He's insane",
"Just a low down no account hobo."
He made his bed 'neath the county bridge.
The city folk said "Hey that's not his!"
They signed a petition,
They're gonna get rid,
Of that low down no account white trash.
What if Jesus comes back like that,
On an old freight train,
In a hobo hat?
Will we, let him in or turn our back?
What if Jesus comes back like that?
OOOHHHH
What if Jesus comes back like that?
She was born into drug abuse,
She couldn't help what her momma used.
It wasn't like she got to choose,
Now she's layin' there all alone.
Gotta monkey on her back,
The nurse's say the never saw a smile like that.
Dr. says she might stand a chance,
If somebody takes her home.
What if Jesus comes back like that?
Two months early,
Hooked on crack.
Will we, let him in or turn our back?
What if Jesus comes back like that?
OOOHHHH
What if Jesus comes back like that?
Nobody said life is fair.
We've all got a cross to bear.
When it gets a little hard to care,
Just think about him hangin' there.
He came to town on a cold dark night.
A single star his only light.
A baby born that silent night.
A manger for his bed.
What if Jesus comes back like that,
Where will he find our hearts are at?
Will he, let us in or turn his back?
What if Jesus comes back like that?
Will he cry when he see's where our hearts are at?
Will he, let us in or turn his back?
What if Jesus comes back like that?
Hey! What if Jesus comes back like that?
Think about it .
A farmer and a teacher, a hooker and a preacher,
Ridin' on a midnight bus bound for Mexico.
One's headed for vacation, one for higher education,
And two of them were searchin' for lost souls.
That driver never ever saw the stop sign.
An' eighteen wheelers can't stop on a dime.
There are three wooden crosses on the right side of the highway,
Why there's not four of them, Heaven only knows.
I guess it's not what you take when you leave this world behind you,
It's what you leave behind you when you go.
That farmer left a harvest, a home and eighty acres,
The faith an' love for growin' things in his young son's heart.
An' that teacher left her wisdom in the minds of lots of children:
Did her best to give 'em all a better start.
An' that preacher whispered: "Can't you see the Promised Land?"
As he laid his blood-stained bible in that hooker's hand.
There are three wooden crosses on the right side of the highway,
Why there's not four of them, Heaven only knows.
I guess it's not what you take when you leave this world behind you,
It's what you leave behind you when you go.
That's the story that our preacher told last Sunday.
As he held that blood-stained bible up,
For all of us to see.
He said: "Bless the farmer, and the teacher, an' the preacher;
Who gave this Bible to my mamma,
Who read it to me."
There are three wooden crosses on the right side of the highway,
Why there's not four of them, now I guess we know.
It's not what you take when you leave this world behind you,
It's what you leave behind you when you go.
There are three wooden crosses on the right side of the highway.
The week hasnt been Good but Ive got food the bills are paid we swung the school clothes and we have work for monday .
Thank you lord
Why the cross.
God loves you so much that He took your punishment on the cross ?
Down at the cross where my Savior died,
Down where for cleansing from sin I cried,
There to my heart was the blood applied;
Glory to His Name!
Glory to His Name, glory to His Name:
There to my heart was the blood applied;
Glory to His Name!
I am so wondrously saved from sin,
Jesus so sweetly abides within;
There at the cross where He took me in;
Glory to His Name!
Oh, precious fountain that saves from sin,
I am so glad I have entered in;
There Jesus saves me and keeps me clean;
Glory to His Name!
Come to this fountain so rich and sweet,
Cast thy poor soul at the Savior’s feet;
Plunge in today, and be made complete;
Glory to His Name!