Forever Faithful

Solid rock
Sturdy ground
Here I plant my faltering feet
Here my hope is found

Great is Thy faithfulness
Sure is Thy love
My heart turns daily
But turns not the grace which flows from above

Great is Thy faithfulness
From day unto day
Provide, sustain, enliven
Strengthen this fainting heart
That is so prone to stray

Solid rock
Sturdy ground
Firm beneath my trembling feet
Here I’ll sink my hope and trust
Here I find my soul’s relief

Broken, needy, craving rest
Once more I come before Your throne


Sunday Morn


O Father, once again we come

Broken, humbled, craving rest

Once again, we approach Your throne

Once again, Your name we bless


Not by our works, oh no

O Lord, not by our deeds

Not by our own fragile strength

Have we secured the right to bend the knee


We come by the blood our Savior shed

We come by the life He purchased in death

We come by the hope He forever secured

We come by the grace that always endures


Not by our own strength, oh no

Lord not by our own prowess

Only by Your might, O Lord

Can we kneel, and praise, and bless


So Lord take our hearts

Though feeble a gift they be

Take our very life and breath

Bend them wholly unto Thee


Not our own will, oh no

O Lord, not our own dreams

Your will and Your glory

Not ours but Yours, O Sovereign King


Towers crumble

Nations rage

Our days run out

But You remain

King o’er the ages


And so we rise

Go about our daily deeds

Keenly aware of Your sustaining care

And our own desperate, daily needs

So Peal the Bells

Mountain Sunrise

Sunday morning reflections…


Once more we give thanks

Once more we come

Once more we rejoice

For the work You’ve begun


Gathered again

At the rising of the sun

Voices in unison

To praise the Three in One


So peal the bells

“Come, come and partake

Christ accomplished what you could not

All the weight of your sin did take”


So rise believer

Rise up and approach

Draw nigh and kneel at your Savior’s feet

The sovereign, merciful, giver of hope

Christ Our King

cross on manger

Babe in the straw

While Bethlehem sleeps

The Savior is born

Christ our King.


He has descended

Made Himself low

Garbed in our flesh

Yet still God alone.


O wondering shepherds

What do you see?

The Shepherd of us all

Our Lord, Christ the King?


Angels in chorus

Lift up their praise

“Glory to God in the highest”

Their voices raise.


There on the floor!

Mary, do you see?

There is a shadow cast

By somber tree.


There is a cross

There is a death

A sacrifice

To pay our debt.


When you gaze into the manger

What do your eyes there see?

A tiny babe, lying in straw

Or God made flesh, Christ our King?

Remind Me Once Again

Forgiven… forgiven. Again comes the word. My heart, though drowned in doubt, falls back on this. Forgiven… forgiven. My every sin on Him was laid; He covered the cost–my debt He paid. Forgiven… forgiven. Soul, doubt this not. You have been covered by the Savior’s blood. Remember… remember. Forget this not, nor let your guilt overcome you. You are forgiven, forget it not. Remind yourself, when you are tempted to forget. Because of grace the price was paid, in mercy you were drawn… you have been forgiven. Grace and mercy–because of these you have hope. Because you rely not on your own strength, but on the strength of Christ alone.


Point me back to Christ

Remind me once again;

Let every day be a reminder

Of how He atoned for sin.


Remind me of the mercy

That on my head He bestowed;

When I was still unwilling

My Savior stooped down low.


Remind me of my sin

And my unworthiness;

Remind me of God’s sovereign choice

How He called me spite my sinfulness.


Point back to the cross

And to the precious blood

My Savior spilled, once for all time

For sinners by the Father loved.


Remind me of the love

That pulled me from hell’s grasp

And of my precious Redeemer

Who tenderly holds me fast.


Remind me of the grace

That saved this stubborn heart;

That forgave my iniquities

Full and complete, not just in part.


Remind me of the life

That from my Savior flows;

All who are cleansed beneath the flood

Death shall never know.


Remind me of the faithfulness

That forever will endure;

Christ my High Priest

Presents me to the Father as pure.


Point back to the throne

And to the mercy seat;

Where sits my Savior at God’s right hand

And intercedes for me.

Salvation Song [Assurance]

What can I say by way of an introduction to this poem? Jesus Christ is my Prophet, Priest, and King. I wrote this poem about two years back, as I struggled with the assurance of my salvation; it’s foundation, permanency, and hope. Thanks be to God for the marvelous ways by which He works in the lives of His children! He used the faithful preaching of His Word and the steadfast example of fellow believers to strengthen my faith and hope. This poem came about as an outpouring of thankfulness, as I sorted through what I knew to be true. There are days when I wake up and I don’t feel saved. There are days when I rise and I don’t feel sanctified. Thanks be to God that our assurance rests solidly on Christ’s work and faithfulness, not on our subjective human emotions. Thanks be to God that our hope is secure, forever secure, in the redeeming blood of Christ.

I give them eternal life, and they will never perish, and no one will snatch them out of my hand. My Father, who has given them to me, is greater than all, and no one is able to snatch them out of the Father’s hand.      (John 10:28-29)


Salvation Song

You woke me up

With the dawn’s new light

Banished the fears

And darkness of night.


You have brought me

From death into life

Drawn me from hell

Given my blind eyes sight.


I was running

From all that is right

But not hard enough

To run from Your might.


I deserved wrath

For all of my crimes

Suffering in hell

Past end of time.


But then came grace

Your Son stooped down low

To raise this man

And bring him on home.


Merciful God

Why beckon this one?

Why cover him

With the blood of Your Son?


I’m not worthy

To fall at Your feet

But You saved me

No more do I sleep.


I did not earn

My Savior’s sweet love

But I have learned

That His grace is enough.


You called my name

And beckoned me come

My sin was wiped clean

By the blood of the Son.


His righteousness

Has become my own

My sin removed

No longer known.


Who was I…

That You would cast Your eye on me?

What was I…

That You would reach down and save me?


Glorious Father…

You sent Your Son…

Merciful Savior…

Redemption was done…

…That day on Calvary.