Oh, wonderful name, how my heart thrills to hear it—
The name of my risen Redeemer and King!
It falls like the music of Heav’n on my spirit,
And fills me with rapture divine while I sing.
Refrain:
Jesus! wonderful name!
Sweeter than all the world to me;
Jesus! ever the same—
Now and thro’ all eternity.
When lost in my sin, ’twas the name of my Savior
That banished my fear and brought peace to my soul;
I’ll sing it in glory forever and ever
With joy while the years of eternity roll.
Refrain
I think of the cross where He suffered to save me,
And oh, how my heart thrills with glory divine
To know it is life everlasting He gave me,
When, sinless, He died for a soul such as mine.
Refrain
By Avis B. Christensen 1918
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Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
The Overcomer
Thy belt of truth my Lord, is firm around my waist.
Your breastplate Lord, of righteousness is also in its place.
My feet are readied Lord with the Gospel of Thy peace.
The shield of faith I take up too, all doubt I here release.
Thy helmet of salvation, I place upon my head.
The sword of the Spirit too: His Word almighty said.
While suited up for battle, I shall not forward trod
Until I first am prostrate here, to seek the will of God.
Earnestly I seek Thee Lord, to fight the fight today.
Humbly Lord, I call to Thee: “Be my strength always!”
Our fight is not in human strength, but spiritual the realm.
Our flesh in war shall not suffice, save Jesus at the Helm!
Be strong dear child in the Lord and in His mighty power!
Our Lord has given all we need, to conquer every hour.
Pray in the Spirit at all times, with every kind of prayer.
Know the power of the Lord, who IS our demon slayer.
Be alert, be prayerful always, through every trial and test.
Be still and know, your Lord is God, In Him is our success!
By tsv
Ephesians 6: 10-13 “Finally, be strong in the Lord and in his mighty power. Put on the full armor of God, so that you can take your stand against the devil’s schemes. For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms. Therefore put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand.” (NIV)
Your breastplate Lord, of righteousness is also in its place.
My feet are readied Lord with the Gospel of Thy peace.
The shield of faith I take up too, all doubt I here release.
Thy helmet of salvation, I place upon my head.
The sword of the Spirit too: His Word almighty said.
While suited up for battle, I shall not forward trod
Until I first am prostrate here, to seek the will of God.
Earnestly I seek Thee Lord, to fight the fight today.
Humbly Lord, I call to Thee: “Be my strength always!”
Our fight is not in human strength, but spiritual the realm.
Our flesh in war shall not suffice, save Jesus at the Helm!
Be strong dear child in the Lord and in His mighty power!
Our Lord has given all we need, to conquer every hour.
Pray in the Spirit at all times, with every kind of prayer.
Know the power of the Lord, who IS our demon slayer.
Be alert, be prayerful always, through every trial and test.
Be still and know, your Lord is God, In Him is our success!
By tsv
Ephesians 6: 10-13 “Finally, be strong in the Lord and in his mighty power. Put on the full armor of God, so that you can take your stand against the devil’s schemes. For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms. Therefore put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand.” (NIV)
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Mother's Day
I hardly know what to feel or how to act this Mother’s Day,
Because for the first time on this special day, I am motherless.
I can’t give Mama a gift or send a card, as I used to do.
Neither can I talk with her or give her a tender caress.
Our earthly time together ended on January 9, 2011,
The day she was called to her Heavenly Home.
Although I’m thankful she’s been set free from her sufferings,
I can’t help missing her and feeling sad and alone.
But I’m also grateful for the 63 years we had together.
I’m thankful we loved and cherished each other always.
I’m glad I hugged her often and honored her in life at every opportunity.
I promise to continue to pay tribute to her all the rest of my days.
Because Mother taught me so many, many things,
Hardly a day goes by that I do not think of something she said to me.
Although she’s dead and, thus, can no longer speak or act,
Her previous words and action still guide me tenderly.
The mother/child relationship—what a treasure!
No wonder its ending causes such sorrow.
But this thought consoles me as I grieve:
A reunion is coming—one glad tomorrow.
© May 8, 2011, by Johnnie Ann Burgess Gaskill, www.jgaskill.com.
Because for the first time on this special day, I am motherless.
I can’t give Mama a gift or send a card, as I used to do.
Neither can I talk with her or give her a tender caress.
Our earthly time together ended on January 9, 2011,
The day she was called to her Heavenly Home.
Although I’m thankful she’s been set free from her sufferings,
I can’t help missing her and feeling sad and alone.
But I’m also grateful for the 63 years we had together.
I’m thankful we loved and cherished each other always.
I’m glad I hugged her often and honored her in life at every opportunity.
I promise to continue to pay tribute to her all the rest of my days.
Because Mother taught me so many, many things,
Hardly a day goes by that I do not think of something she said to me.
Although she’s dead and, thus, can no longer speak or act,
Her previous words and action still guide me tenderly.
The mother/child relationship—what a treasure!
No wonder its ending causes such sorrow.
But this thought consoles me as I grieve:
A reunion is coming—one glad tomorrow.
© May 8, 2011, by Johnnie Ann Burgess Gaskill, www.jgaskill.com.
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Mother's Day
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Easter Acrostic
"Easter Acrostic"
This is an Easter poem written in the acrostic form which I signed away the rights to (so I can't repost it here, but I can share the link!)
This is an Easter poem written in the acrostic form which I signed away the rights to (so I can't repost it here, but I can share the link!)
Monday, April 18, 2011
Palm Sunday
Palm Sunday
(Elation)
Behind, in the hot distance,
in dust and haze,
a mystery-cloaked cloud approaches,
a playful meander
breaking the monotony of day.
The anticipation of something special
catches the pulse and breath of pilgrim souls
on the road to celebration.
Whispers grow to discussion,
opinion to argument,
theories fleet between mouths and ears.
A dignitary on his way to the feast….
A groom going to a wedding……
A prince comes…….
All forward trudging stops -
expectant voyeurs,
glad for the chance to rest,
turn their weary bodies
to view the distant disturbance.
Children look up, their enquiring glances
piercing parental armour,
breaching their ignorance:
answers hidden in that veiling distance.
No music escapes the approaching cloud,
no prelude clue to a wedding party,
nor mournful wails precede the dust,
no funeric suffering or life-engulfing loss.
Occasional gasps ripple the lookers-on,
sidelined and puzzled.
Prophetic words begin bubbling
through grey remembrances
in uncoordinated trickles.
Palm leaf fans keep the heat at bay
as, foot-weary, they stand and stare
into the distance, into the past.
Someone glimpses a colt
fading in and out
of the approaching cloud.
Another makes an association,
begins a mental journey through scrolls,
half forgotten temple arguments.
A donkey, a king, Jerusalem,
meeting, melting, intertwining.
History, legend, prophecy, melding:
a whirlpool of delight and fear.
Discussions become awed whispers.
Palm leaf fans drop – early Autumn
coming upon that dusty pathway.
Glimpses become sightings
unencumbered by the fatigue
that dogs other pilgrim marchers.
Half-heard phrases Chinese-whisper the roadside.
Noise becomes words, become shouted greetings:
“Praise to David’s Son”, psalmist’s words,
its speaker’s thoughts finding voice
in trembling recognition and surprise.
The party passes by,
and the sea of souls parts before its riding figure
taking their cues and echoing words
“Bless him who comes in the name of the Lord” ,
a clamour of “Hosanna”.
Each excited voice adding adrenalin
and volume,
accelerating the expectation,
the puzzlement, the wonder.
A prince rides into Jerusalem,
a groom comes for his bride;
this excited festival crescendos
in a swell that storms the gates of heaven
and will shatter the doors of hell.
NB this is one of the poems in the 'journey through Easter' section of my book 'in moments like these'
Read more: http://wordsculptures-keith.blogspot.com/
(Elation)
Behind, in the hot distance,
in dust and haze,
a mystery-cloaked cloud approaches,
a playful meander
breaking the monotony of day.
The anticipation of something special
catches the pulse and breath of pilgrim souls
on the road to celebration.
Whispers grow to discussion,
opinion to argument,
theories fleet between mouths and ears.
A dignitary on his way to the feast….
A groom going to a wedding……
A prince comes…….
All forward trudging stops -
expectant voyeurs,
glad for the chance to rest,
turn their weary bodies
to view the distant disturbance.
Children look up, their enquiring glances
piercing parental armour,
breaching their ignorance:
answers hidden in that veiling distance.
No music escapes the approaching cloud,
no prelude clue to a wedding party,
nor mournful wails precede the dust,
no funeric suffering or life-engulfing loss.
Occasional gasps ripple the lookers-on,
sidelined and puzzled.
Prophetic words begin bubbling
through grey remembrances
in uncoordinated trickles.
Palm leaf fans keep the heat at bay
as, foot-weary, they stand and stare
into the distance, into the past.
Someone glimpses a colt
fading in and out
of the approaching cloud.
Another makes an association,
begins a mental journey through scrolls,
half forgotten temple arguments.
A donkey, a king, Jerusalem,
meeting, melting, intertwining.
History, legend, prophecy, melding:
a whirlpool of delight and fear.
Discussions become awed whispers.
Palm leaf fans drop – early Autumn
coming upon that dusty pathway.
Glimpses become sightings
unencumbered by the fatigue
that dogs other pilgrim marchers.
Half-heard phrases Chinese-whisper the roadside.
Noise becomes words, become shouted greetings:
“Praise to David’s Son”, psalmist’s words,
its speaker’s thoughts finding voice
in trembling recognition and surprise.
The party passes by,
and the sea of souls parts before its riding figure
taking their cues and echoing words
“Bless him who comes in the name of the Lord” ,
a clamour of “Hosanna”.
Each excited voice adding adrenalin
and volume,
accelerating the expectation,
the puzzlement, the wonder.
A prince rides into Jerusalem,
a groom comes for his bride;
this excited festival crescendos
in a swell that storms the gates of heaven
and will shatter the doors of hell.
NB this is one of the poems in the 'journey through Easter' section of my book 'in moments like these'
Read more: http://wordsculptures-keith.blogspot.com/
Friday, April 15, 2011
Sestina: The Son, the Cross and Glory
God the Father sent His Son, through whom we are forgiven.
Yet man, preferring darkness chose
To shun the light and hence from heaven driven.
Oh the crimson price from Him that flowed
To purchase man’s redemption and be risen
That we with Him, victorious arose.
The life of Christ is vain, had He not arose.
The Father’s chief ambition: that we be forgiven!
The glory of the Cross is: He has risen!
Sin’s penalty is broken when men chose
To come and in repentance kneel where mercy flowed.
His invitation ever hails where nails were driven.
Oh His love for sinners; those for whom He’s driven.
Christ, the Lamb of God who from His throne arose
To come and to redeem us, what grace from heaven flowed.
Jesus is the “gift” for the forgiven.
Our faith is predicated on the life He chose:
To reject Him, one is lost; to receive Him, one has risen.
It is at the Cross, where new life has risen.
Condemnation, guilt and strife away are driven.
If in defiance, one rejected Him and chose
To turn and walk from Jesus who arose,
Then there is not a way to be forgiven.
The well of living water’s where all pardon flowed.
The glory of the Cross; where mercy flowed!
The story never wanes on heavens risen.
These understand the gift of the forgiven.
For love of Him, to his feet they’re driven.
These rose anew because this One arose.
It is all through faith in Christ, that saints had chose.
Call upon the Lord, you will see that when you chose
To ask Him for forgiveness, sin’s hold away had flowed.
Easter’s glory is not death; it is when the Son arose.
It’s in salvation, new creations, destined to be risen!
While we battle with our sin, Christians all the more are driven
To magnify our Lord, and to relish in “forgiven.”
Rejoice all you who chose the One who’s risen.
Where in flowed the life and out death’s driven.
The Son arose, that you may be forgiven.
By TSV
Acts 4:12 “Salvation is found in no one else, for there is no other name under heaven given to mankind by which we must be saved.”
Yet man, preferring darkness chose
To shun the light and hence from heaven driven.
Oh the crimson price from Him that flowed
To purchase man’s redemption and be risen
That we with Him, victorious arose.
The life of Christ is vain, had He not arose.
The Father’s chief ambition: that we be forgiven!
The glory of the Cross is: He has risen!
Sin’s penalty is broken when men chose
To come and in repentance kneel where mercy flowed.
His invitation ever hails where nails were driven.
Oh His love for sinners; those for whom He’s driven.
Christ, the Lamb of God who from His throne arose
To come and to redeem us, what grace from heaven flowed.
Jesus is the “gift” for the forgiven.
Our faith is predicated on the life He chose:
To reject Him, one is lost; to receive Him, one has risen.
It is at the Cross, where new life has risen.
Condemnation, guilt and strife away are driven.
If in defiance, one rejected Him and chose
To turn and walk from Jesus who arose,
Then there is not a way to be forgiven.
The well of living water’s where all pardon flowed.
The glory of the Cross; where mercy flowed!
The story never wanes on heavens risen.
These understand the gift of the forgiven.
For love of Him, to his feet they’re driven.
These rose anew because this One arose.
It is all through faith in Christ, that saints had chose.
Call upon the Lord, you will see that when you chose
To ask Him for forgiveness, sin’s hold away had flowed.
Easter’s glory is not death; it is when the Son arose.
It’s in salvation, new creations, destined to be risen!
While we battle with our sin, Christians all the more are driven
To magnify our Lord, and to relish in “forgiven.”
Rejoice all you who chose the One who’s risen.
Where in flowed the life and out death’s driven.
The Son arose, that you may be forgiven.
By TSV
Acts 4:12 “Salvation is found in no one else, for there is no other name under heaven given to mankind by which we must be saved.”
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