A New Name

by Bill Wood

Word of God so swift and sharp
Oh pierce my being deep
Consume before my eyes
Those things I seek to keep
Spare not hide nor hair
Nor transitory thing
Preserve me in Your sight
Where death has lost its sting
Grant me grace to look into
Your eyes that burn as flames
Call deeply to my inner man
Write on him Your New Name

Jesus Calls Me

by Grant Colfax Tulla

Jesus calls me - I am going; do not seek my feet to stray;
Yearns my soul to rise and follow- cease vain world to lure away.

For His sake reproach esteeming, more than earths vain show and pomp;
He is calling - I am going, forth to Him outside the camp.

Jesus call me - I am going; His assuring voice I hear,
Thrilling all my soul with rapture, chasing all my doubt and fear.

Jesus calls me - I am going out to bear reproach with Him;
Light of life now beams around me, light which naught on earth can dim.

He is calling- rise be going; slumber not but trim your lamp,
with the oil within your vessel, follow Him outside the camp.

If God Will Send His Angels

by U2

Nobody else here baby
No one here to blame
No one to point the finger
It's just you and me and the rain
It's the blind leading the blind
It's the stuff, it's the stuff of country songs

If God will send his angels
And if God will send a sign
And if God will send his visions
Would everything be alright

God has got his phone off the hook, babe
Would he even pick up if he could
It's been a while since we saw that child
Hanging 'round this neighborhood
You see his mother dealing in a doorway
See Father Christmas with a begging bowl
Jesus sister's eyes are a blister
The High Street never looked so low
It's the blind, leading the blind
It's the cops collecting for the cons

If God will send his angels
And if God will send a sign
And if God will send his visions
Where do we go
Where do we go

Jesus never let me down
You know Jesus used to show me the score
Then they put Jesus in show business
Now it's hard to get in the door
It's the stuff, it's the stuff of country songs
But I guess it was something to go on
So where is the hope and where is the faith
And the love...what's that you say to me
Does love...light up your Christmas Tree
The next minute your blowing a fuse
And the cartoon network turns into the news

If God will send his angels
I sure could use them here right now
Well if God would send his angels
Where do we go
I don't need to lie
I don't need to know
And I don't want to promise
And I don't want to lie
I just want to feel the song


Michael Clark 3/18/2000

From where does all this pain arise?
Why does my heart cry within?
Tokens of love abandoned in the street,
Hope dashed beneath men’s feet.

Surely God above planned more life than this,
A life scarred by war and toil.
Surely the One called Love brought us forth,
To do more than fertilize His soil.

Whereby do we gain His promise kept?
Wherewith is it caught and claimed?
Is not there more to this life found,
Than tears, sweat, blood and pain?

I know that there is a promise give’
Of perfect life by and by.
But would it be too much to ask,
To live His Life before I die?

Can a man so frail, wounded and weak,
Ever know happiness more than grief?
Can a lowly specimen such as I,
Know life that is more than a Thief?

I read novels of pain and sorrow,
But all abides well in the end.
I read a book of holy writ,
And it spoke of life freed of sin.

So here is Hope’s shadow on my door,
He wrestles with Reaper Grim.
That my parting days who is to say,
Might be blessed by peace within.

This Thorn

- by Donna Gale Strube

Thank you for this thorn embedded in my flesh
I can feel the mystery my spirit is made fresh
You are sovereign still and forever wise
I can see the miracle opening my eyes

To a proud heart so quick to judge
Laying down crosses and carrying grudges
The veil has been torn
And I thank You for this thorn

Thank you for this thorn fellowship of pain
Teaching me to know You more never to complain
Thank You for this love planted in my side
Faithful patient miracle opening my eyes

I never thought I'd say it without reservation
But I am truly grateful for this piercing revelation
Of a proud heart so quick to judge
Laying down crosses and carrying grudges
The veil has been torn
And I thank you for this thorn

And if You chose to take it, I will praise You
And thank You for the healing in your name
But if it must remain, I thank You for Your rod
Evidence of Father-love for a child of God
I join you in sorrow

So much less than You have borne
And I thank you
Really I thank You
Lord I thank You
I thank You for this thorn.

Butt Prints In The Sand

- Author Unknown

One night I had a wondrous dream,
One set of footprints there was seen,
The footprints of my precious Lord,
But mine were not along the shore.

But then some stranger prints appeared...
And I asked the Lord, "What have we here?
Those prints are large and round and neat,
But Lord, they are too big for feet."

"My child," He said in somber tones,
"For miles I carried you alone.
I challenged you to walk in faith,
But you refused and made me wait."

"You disobeyed, you would not grow,
The walk of faith you would not know...
So I got tired, I got fed up,
And there I dropped you on your butt."

"Because in life there comes a time
When one must fight, and one must climb,
When one must rise and take a stand,
Or leave their butt prints in the sand."

My Promises

by Elsa (age 14)

(Inspired by the Holy Spirit)

In your dreams will I show you, my Beloved,
In your heart will I lead you, my child
In your prayer will I make you my warrior
In your eyes shall you see my glory
In your ears you will listen to my words and follow
In your faith will I teach you of Me
With your hands will I work Miracles
With your feet shall you walk on my Golden Streets
Give me your heart, child, and I shall give you mine.

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