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Easter Praise

Men sealed the tomb, God broke the seal,
And Christ arose, the Lord of all.
Before Him ev'ryone will kneel
And by that title on Him call.

Then hail the King, the Lord of life,
Savior of those who will believe.
His victory will crown our strife.
From Him eternal life receive.

Gethsemane

Holy, calm, sequestered shade, What stories you could tell
Of how the anguished God-man prayed, In combat locked with hell.

Your startled grove was favored then As witness to an agony
That pales descriptive powers of men--Prelude to Calvary.

You long centuries have kept The secrets of that hour
When hell's full raging torrent swept The God-man's ebbing power.

You have not revealed the cost Of help won from above--
And yet, your silence tells us most Of His redeeming love.

God Answers Prayer

(Luke 11:9-13)

God answers prayer because He works by love, not laws.
His Father's heart is bent Upon our nourishment;
He grants the daily bread By which are daily fed
Our stomachs and our hearts. His benefice imparts
Strength for the moment's task; To all who in faith ask
He gives His Spirit to Empower, cleanse, renew.
We ask and seek and knock In times of hurt and shock
And find our Father strong, In ev'ry grief and wrong,
To grasp a feeble hand And cause weak knees to stand.
What risks may we not dare When our resource is prayer?
The Father's watchful eyes See all we term "surprise";
His sympathetic ears Each cry for succor hears;
His mighty arms defeat The toughest foes we meet.
In Him is grace to spare, With us the link of prayer.
Together they decree Invincibility!

God Has a Sense of Humor

God has a sense of humor, And you can bank on that;
He made Seuss, the maker of That weird cat in the hat.

God has a sense of humor, He likes a hearty laugh--
How else can we account for The aardvark and giraffe?

God has a sense of humor, It’s tinged with irony,
Stuffy bishops otherwise Remain a mystery.

God has a sense of humor, A thought that comforts me
Each morning as I’m shaving The mirrored face I see.

God's Son Died

"Your son will live"--this word In Galilee was spoken.
But God's Son died! Our Lord On Calvary was broken.

The healing word became A royal father's joy--
But One of greater name To death gave up His boy.

To this great length He went To make the stricken well,
His dearest treasure spent To ransom us from hell.

O God in Christ, we too In glad surrender give
Our very best for You Who died that we might live.

Goodnight Prayer

You have given daily bread From the largess of Your love.
Body, spirit, both have fed On gift-manna from above.

You have pardoned ev'ry sin, Granted liberating grace;
Not without and not within Did evil find desired place.

Heavenly Father, Yours has been Kingdom, power, glory too.
All things viewed and those unseen Shaped a day of life for You.

So tonight I offer praise And renew my earnest plea--
Hallow Your name all my days, Let Your will be done in me

Hope’s Reply

The sun will shine, the fog will lift. Unclouded day, the Father’s gift,
Will greet me when I come to die--All will be better by and by.

No work will fail for want of time, No plans be wrecked by changing clime;
Be seen no tears, be heard no sigh--All will be better by and by.

Grieve not for years and joys past, The good will be conserved at last.
To fleeting time let hope reply--All will be better by and by.

Then sing my soul, though morning’s gray, And heavy now your burdens weigh;
Life’s not a joke but death’s a lie--All will be better by and by.

Refrain:

By and by, when Christ shall come, By and by, when we reach home,
We will forget what made us cry--All will be better by and by.

I Do Not Wish...

I do not wish to rest On work already done.
No! Let tomorrow test My value to the One
Who in my callow youth Called, graced and gifted me
To preach the word of truth That sets believers free.
When I can't longer preach With relish and with skill,
No longer sinners reach, My calling to fulfill--
Then let me go away With dignity in peace,
I do not wish to stay When usefulness shall cease.
I will accept with grace A lesser servant's role,
Some other time and place May claim my worn-out soul.

I Heard a Song of Heaven

I heard a quartet singing Of mother, home, and God,
Of heaven's welcome ringing To roads and hills untrod;

No sin, no pain, no sorrow No death, no grief, no fears--
A holy, glad tomorrow Unblurred by stinging tears;

A place of sweet reunion With family and friends,
And with the Lord communion Whose glory never ends.

To some it sounded corny, But to one well along
His weary earthly journey It was a lovely song.

Let the critics' scorn be hurled At simple tunes and rhymes--
Thank God, in a better world We'll know far better times.

Sing it then again for me--I'm old and sick and tired--
With hope of heaven I will be Encouraged and inspired.

Jacob's Ladder

Jacob's ladder was a cross Uniting earth and heaven,
Where sinner's gain was Jesus' loss As hands and heart were given.

Crimson links joined God and man, At cost of death brought life;
Vermillion cement sealed a plan That purchased peace through strife.

Eternity pierced time's confines Outside an ancient wall,
Shattered sin's "NO EXIT" signs And liberated all.

One God, one Mediator, now Confront a ransomed race,
O trusting soul, before them bow--Be reconciled by grace!

Larger Rooms

(Psalm 22:3)

I read this morning in Your word
That You inhabit praise, O Lord.
Help me to spread the walls apart
Within my grateful, trusting heart.

In dinky, dark and dusty rooms
Untouched by light, unswept by brooms,
I would not ask You to reside,
But in clean spaces, high and wide.

Then let my praise be oft and loud,
And swelled by others in the crowd
Who bless Your name and gladly give
Vast mansions wherein You may live.

Life from Death

Behold the dancing flames Consuming as they glow;
All life requires death To fuel its onward flow.

The candle spends its wax That it may give its light;
Love throws itself away To brighten someone’s night.

In this world naught is free, Each gift exacts a cost;
When anything is gained Something is also lost.

And once upon a cross, For mankind in its thrall,
The Lord himself was slain To give new life to all.