WHERE DO YOU STAND?

 

Just standing in a palace doesn’t make you a Tsar

Any more than standing in a garage makes you a car

It doesn’t make you a cook if you stand in a kitchen

So just going to church doesn't make you a Christian

JESUS

 

He travels the four winds

He is everywhere.

He is an ever-present force

He is the one who cares.

 

He is our strength

He is with us from the start

He gives us joy

He lives in our hearts.

 

He is our hope

His heart is full of love

He repairs us

He is love.

 

Jesus is the King of Kings

Who died for us

On that cross of pain

To cleanse us

THANK YOU LORD FOR BEING THERE

 

Thank you, Lord, for being there,

And bathing us in your blessed care

Thank you for all your blessings,

And understanding my transgressing

Thank you for being the one,

Who watches over my three sons,

And my most wonderful wife

Thank you for being in my life.

FAITH IS LIKE # 1

 

Faith is like electricity

You can’t see its traits

But you can see the light

That it generates

WHO IS THERE?

 

Who is there?

In my darkest hours

When pain wracks my body

When dark thoughts plague me

Who is it who sustains me?

 

Who is there?

At times of anguish

When I feel so alone

When I feel all hope is gone

Who lifts me and guides me?

 

Who is there?

In the depths of my despair

When I see no end

When I seek release

Who is it?

Who will take my pain?

 

God is there?

Throughout it all

And when the pain ends

When darkness is banished

In the light of love

My Lord God will keep me

 

 

IF I REALLY HAVE TO GO

 

If I really have to go, as they say that I must

Into the keeping of God, my soul I’ll trust

If I really have to go, I won’t mind so much

Accompanied by angels, God’s hand I’ll touch

It’s not the going so much, as the manner I mind

If blessed with faith, you’re to the end resigned

It would be hard to bear, cut down by a stroke

Unable to move, paralyzed with my body broke

Facing living death consumed by cancer’s hand

Slow death seeping from every pore and gland

The brain slowly degenerating with Parkinson’s

Or the nervous system lost to Huntington’s

The grains of sand run through the hourglass

Wracked with pain and agony before you pass

Better for all when hearing the reaper creep

To close your eyes and pass within your sleep

 

RADIANT LIGHT OF THE WORLD

 

Radiant light of the world

Oh most divine child of love

Joyous redeemer