Foundation Stone

IMG_2429.JPG Where could I run
Where could I hide
If Thy righteousness
Stood not by my side

Where then my hope
And what then my plea
If Thou, O my Savior
Died not for me

Where then my trust
My comfort and peace
If Thy sacrifice
Did not this one redeem

Nothing, nothing
Apart from Thee, dear Father
Nothing, nothing
Apart from my Savior’s blood
Nothing, nothing
Apart from the Spirit’s sustaining grace
Not a hope, not a plea
Apart, O Lord my God, from Thee

So catch me, lest I drift
I’ve no power on my own
Lord, now more than ever I need Thee
I believe, I believe, help Thou my unbelief

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Rejoicing Under Suffering

Beloved of Christ

Be not dismayed

By the ghastly persecution

That haunts your ways.

 

The world hated Christ

So it hates you as well

Your blessing is not of this life

With your Savior you dwell.

 

Christ is our hope

Do not lose faith

Over the fiery trials

That burn your life ash gray.

 

Think not it strange

To witness strife

Tis not strange at all

For your hope is not this life.

 

Be not afraid

Rest solely in Christ

Lift your gaze to heaven

Though felled beneath the world’s scythe.

 

Chase not after the honor

That flows from this sickened world

Cling you still to Christ

He is our final and glorious hope.

 

“Beloved, do not be surprised at the fiery trial when it comes upon you to test you, as though something strange were happening to you. But rejoice insofar as you share Christ’s sufferings, that you may also rejoice and be glad when His glory is revealed.”  — 1 Peter 4:12-13

All Creation Shouts

You ask me how I know

That there is something more

You ask me why I hold so tight

To that with immaterial form.

 

Why do I believe

Why do I hope

Why do I trust

How do I know?

 

All I’ve to do

Is glance up at the stars

I see the whirling galaxies

And know that Love cannot be far.

 

I glance down at my feet

And the blades of grass I tread

Each so tiny, so well designed

But their abundance turns my head.

 

I breathe in the ocean wind

And watch the fish beneath the waves

I see their glorious colors

Their variety and display.

 

I watch the birds away up high

And hear the eagle’s mighty shriek

As he plummets earthward to seize his prey

With keen eyes he downward seeks.

 

You ask me how I know

You ask me why I trust

I’ll point beyond the windowpane

To the creation God has with life blessed.