Step by step, by glorious step, my forward going is Thine: no matter where the road shall lead, no matter when the time; glorious step by glorious step, on feet no longer mine. Step by step, by glorious step, a pilgrim’s pathway to Thee: when…
Did my Creator plant in me an inherent sacred longing? Have I, unaware, spurned God’s love; chosen things of Satan’s spawning? Is this powerful urge divine? Could it guide me to my Saviour? Indulging ‘flesh’, have I transgressed, seeking worldly things to savour? Wrong choices…
Wrapping all our presents for family and friends; a symbol of Christ’s royal birth: God’s love this message sends. Grace said at the table; special at Christmas time; a symbol of Christ’s worth to us: heads bowed a thankful sign. Lovely wreath of holly; sharp…
Into the velvet darkness, how it beckons and appeals. Remove from me the human roar that daybreak oft’ reveals. Untamed force? It thrills some souls, but, it’s like hell on earth to me: the clamorous, the reckless leave me tired and gloomy. GOD gently whispers…
Overflowing in the darkness tears run their hidden course, ’round ancient bulwarks standing firm on paths of sad remorse. How precious is that vital flow that streams o’er rocks of blame; it wears them down or moves them on and crushes stones of shame. Each…
Who is this Man of Adam’s kind? Seed of Abraham and Sarah. Melchizedek and Israel knew the coming of Messiah. Could I be of His Royal Line or unworthy of His Table? Exalted place or fate unknown I would serve this KING, if able. Does…
Unwilling to ignore God’s call, the prophet bows his head; with trembling limbs and anxious heart, his earnest prayers are said: “My Lord, oh God of Israel, I am this day alone. Will You quicken my weary soul? Will You strengthen frail human bone?” Anguished…
When man and woman together sing that old and precious song; when his heart hums that special tune and her heart sings along; night soon fades and shadows cease: love’s melody plays on. As two candles brighter glow, two hearts entwined shall also grow into…
You’re on the outside. I’m on the inside looking out. You’re on the outside always doing something: I’m rarely in view. You run when I am weary; fight when I need peace. You come in when I go out. I race back, but, you’re not…
I lay on the warm brown earth and thank GOD for a place to rest. I cool off under the bright blue sky; jump over white-capped waves as they race toward the sandy shore... and then I hear the guns of war. I rush to…