Thread: A GIft for Ali-Pac

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.