OH! My Lord

OH! My Lord

Lord

For being faithful

I am grateful

For being merciful

I am so thankful

Lord

For being so loving

Am counted of the ever living

For being gracious

I made victorious

Lord

For knowing your peace

I am always at ease

Your love so unfailing

Nurtures me with life when all seems failing

Lord

For your encompassing arms

Always keep me from dangerous harms

The whispers of your word

Keeps me sure and confident in this world  

Oh! My Lord thou art indeed LORD.

King of Salem

King of Salem

This King have I known

So gracious

That his subjects are victorious

Not under condemnation

But under an everlasting commendation

He hanged his robe of majesty

And took that of meekness

This King have I known

Who considers not his subjects as slaves

Nor lords over his subjects

Rather, loves them

He laid down his crown and scepter

Took their crown of thorns

And their burden of the cross

This King have I known

Who calls those He’s saved – His bride

Who will now bring up any charge against her?

Not in this life and certainly not in the next

She is under an everlasting commendation

What an everlasting King He is!

King of Salem.

YOUR GRACE

Your grace

Like a gushing river

Cleanly rinses any filthy piece of cloth

When dipped into it

Like an outstretched burly arms

Never discriminating

Embracing all that come into it

Like a mirror

It reflects a beautiful image

When looked into by the ugly

Like a friend

Never deserts me

No matter how nagging I might get

Like eternity

Yet to be fully understood by humanity

An overwhelming love expressed by divinity toward us.

Like an exchange

Not that of the stocks

A divine and a beautiful exchange

                                                           

Like a Judge

Who can question?

He justifies the accused

Like a Lord

Not boastful over his servants

But ever loving that He calls them friends

Like an anchor

It keeps me stable and focused

When issues of life tries to get me drifting

Like the breast of a loving father

It is so broad

The wayward child can be sure to have a place to rest his head

Like a fortress

Set on the hill

A refuge for the soldier who needs cover

Like a priceless gift

That divinity is set up for the eternal flaws of humanity

All stand in awe.   

SOG©2011

THE BRIDE’S CALL

THE BRIDE’S CALL

This is the time

When the bride will turn to her Bridegroom

Fix her gaze on Him

Lean with her head

On his broad breast of love

Knowing she will never be shooed off

No matter how weighty her head becomes.

‘All who are heavily laden?

For you that is far off

Almost buried under your loads

I meet you at your tentative point

Extending my redemptive hands across’

The very hands that were outstretched on the cross

‘You blew it…Oh ok, so what?’

My grace is sufficient for you.

Shred off the futile accusations.

Who brings a charge against my elect?

My bride; I love you

With my claws of tenderness

I have grabbed you.

You are unpluckable, my LOVE.

My bride, yield to no other but Me

Fix your gaze on Me

Live unto me with all holiness even as you are much able

My bride, yield to no other but Me

SOG©2011