the world was good, all that God created
all taking shape and form just as He had stated...
then came the serpent, crafty and lying
deceiving, distorting, degrading, denying
a taste was taken, then passed to the man
who tasted too, motion now given to the Master plan
sin entered, clouded minds, bringing curse, veiling the divine
sacrifices now required, atonement demanded
blood brought forth, not enough, final life from heaven handed
Jesus sent, as infant enters
fallen world around His life now centers
charges brought, cross erected
Jesus hung, no sin detected
blood streams down
cleansing, saving, unveiling, redeeming
hope restored, life is given
forgiveness won, promise of heaven
death for life
souls now secured
love is seen
eternal life assured
-nettie hogan
"...so the Son of Man must be lifted up, that everyone who believes in him may have eternal life." John 3:15
Monday, October 22, 2012
Monday, October 15, 2012
He Leadeth Me...
He leadeth me, O blessèd thought!
O words with heav’nly comfort fraught!
Whate’er I do, where’er I be
Still ’tis God’s hand that leadeth me.
Sometimes mid scenes of deepest gloom,
Sometimes where Eden’s bowers bloom,
By waters still, over troubled sea,
Still ’tis His hand that leadeth me.
Lord, I would place my hand in Thine,
Nor ever murmur nor repine;
Content, whatever lot I see,
Since ’tis my God that leadeth me.
And when my task on earth is done,
When by Thy grace the vict’ry’s won,
E’en death’s cold wave I will not flee,
Since God through Jordan leadeth me.
-words, Joseph H. Gilmore
-music, William B. Bradbury
O words with heav’nly comfort fraught!
Whate’er I do, where’er I be
Still ’tis God’s hand that leadeth me.
He leadeth me, He leadeth me,
By His own hand He leadeth me;
His faithful follower I would be,
For by His hand He leadeth me.
By His own hand He leadeth me;
His faithful follower I would be,
For by His hand He leadeth me.
Sometimes mid scenes of deepest gloom,
Sometimes where Eden’s bowers bloom,
By waters still, over troubled sea,
Still ’tis His hand that leadeth me.
Nor ever murmur nor repine;
Content, whatever lot I see,
Since ’tis my God that leadeth me.
When by Thy grace the vict’ry’s won,
E’en death’s cold wave I will not flee,
Since God through Jordan leadeth me.
-words, Joseph H. Gilmore
-music, William B. Bradbury
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