Oh To See His Face

OH, TO SEE HIS FACE

I would seek Jesus More than riches
   I would seek Jesus more than gold
To see Hi glory is more my pleasure
   than this world's treasures hold

Must be I'm blinded by His presence
   to this world's golden gilded streets
Though I see they are mostly plastic
   not like the blood He shed for me

Can't buy His grace nor sell His mercy
   His love came down to comfort me
Now I'm more sure of this God's glory
   for His word sealed ne'er pass away

Though dimly seen, a mere reflection
   His Spirit groans to be released
From all my doubts and fears of failure
   to glorify God's Son in me

How oft I missed the highest calling
   in miry clay and unbelief
This grace that leads me even higher
   in Zion's calm I find relief

My righteousness is the Lord of glory
   I stand by faith alone in Him
From grace to grace He's glorifying
   all the saints who trust in Him

Chorus:
Oh, to see His face
   to be like Him from faith to faith
God's changing me
   from grace to grace to be like Jesus
Face to face

Silence

SILENCE

Silence is assent it's true
   if you're not in one accord,
And presumption is unfounded faith
   not grounded in God's Word 

To speak too soon or too late
   the both are a problem child
But not to speak at all, my friend,
  to hide for fear of man.

This is folly to all who hear
   for they hear not at all,
And if they have a need to know
   you're a faithless friend for sure

How many times I've grieved inside
   my lips sealed tight and closed
With wells of living water, bound
   that Jesus said should flow.

What grieves God's Spirit much, you see
   His saints He called to serve,
Not in the fear of man or beast
   not greedy for worldly gain.

Nor to speak what they desire,
   for what good could come from man?
Of the abundance of the heart he speaks,
   let God be true and every man a liar.

August, 1985

A Pure Heart

A Pure Heart

The coconut palm towers high in the sky
Its trunk long and stately looks down from there
Its fruit has water to quench our thirst
Its meat sweet and crunchy, so good that we eat!

Its life flows in its center the place of its heart
Different from other trees whose life, their outer part
Its image is found on God’s temple’s walls
Carved in its gold plates with angles all around

Now God’s children have their life deep within
The Spirit of God gives new life to them
The worldly man’s life like the other trees
Flows on the outside and lived for his flesh

Now the coconut palm carved into the walls
Speaks of the new creature through the work of God’s Lamb
For only true believers can freely enter in
To the place of God’s dwelling, the Holiest of All

Our life like the palm tree, God’s Spirit within
For the old man is ruled by His lustful desires
The soul of the believer in union with his Lord
For the veil rent in the temple, the obstacles destroyed

Our soul as His bride in union with Him
Our heavenly bridegroom in our bosom does rest
He ever looked for this place since creating man
And now through His own Son finds the true heart!

Fear Not For I am With You

Fear Not For I Am With You

God’s grace is always sufficient!
Never a moment when it is not!
In every circumstance, no matter the trail,
the mountains being cast into the sea,
the banks all closing, the riots in the streets,
with the end nearer each passing day,
when everyone must give account,
when the Lord appears in clouds of glory!

His all sufficient grace,
His peace passes all our understanding,
His eternal love and care!
I will not fear for You are with me!
Your kingdom come,
Your will be done on earth as it is in heaven!
When comes the end because the time is fulfilled,
nothing can snatch you out of His hand!

So fear not the future, grim though it may be!
God must bring His judgment on all that offends!
But if you are pure and holy and stand in Christ alone,
No fear should ever afflict you if you are full of love!
For love casts out fear and leaves you at peace with Him!

The Night Watchman

The Night Watchman

The Night Watchman sits upon the wall

High enough to see the city, all

Far enough to view her all around

Close enough to blow the trumpet sound



His work is set by God alone

Who sits enthroned o’er all the world

He is above all His created work

Yet close enough to see every deed



The watchman has his place from God

To watch over those that sleep at night

He gets his rest while the sun is hot

His rest complete, watching over the night



The moon and starts to brighten his task

His friends in bed, sleep through the night

His time is spent in his heavenly call

For the enemy waits hoping for his fall



But God is true and keeps him awake

He walks about to the city’s gates

He looks afar over all the land

Assured that all is well, he stands



His eyes wide open, no place for sleep

His ears too listen for the slightest sound

For the city rests trusting in his guard

But the dangers lurk for the enemies near



The day times bright and the enemy knows

His work must be where the darkness holds

All the people are in their beds asleep

His opportunity waits for vigilance to fail



Be on your guard, your soul he wants

A treasure for him is your body’s use

With him inside ruling over you, his slave

His work is complete with you in the grave



So watchman, watchman what of the night

The morning comes, your freedom in sight

Your rest awaits, your shadows must flee

The dawn your delight, the sun you do see



The peace of the city is your beckon call

Your work so important as you watch from the wall

You’re not alone for the wall is quite long

Your company all awake to keep their charge



So watchman, watchman what of the night

You vigil in moonlight as you watch over our site

The city does slumber in vulnerable sleep

Your charge so important, you awake while we rest



For man without God knows not the light

In daytime he’s still walking in continual night

He knows not the vigil to keep his own soul

His sins are a doorway, no watchman does guard



His soul so vulnerable to the enemies

He knows not the danger that transgression brings

He stumbles about as he walks in the day

The night comes, same thing, he knows not the way



His end comes early, lest he change his ways

For his house is open to whatever come may

No guard at the doorpost to protect his store

The robber comes daily from he knows not where



Be not like this blind man that’s captured by sin

Be vigilant for your life ends not at the grave

Accounts must be given for each day’s tasks

And lovers of pleasure will have nothing that lasts



Stand on the vanguard as watchmen of the night

God calls all to duty for the soul is at stake

Some go to perdition, some eternal life

For one day there is Judgment over every detail



Have peace with your maker, the Lord Jesus Christ

God’s Son yet Creator and Righteous Judge on that Day

When souls of the faithful give account to Him

And souls of the faithless God the Father will Judge



The matters concluded when all judgment is past

The sheep on the right hand, the goats on the left

Best follow the good Shepherd of every righteous soul

For the unbelieving and rebellious, woe, woe, woe!

Ugh Me!

Ugh Me!


Ugh, you are really not a word

You are just an shoulder shrugging, ugh

No more no less but you have a place

Just not too much punch in your utterance



We really need to hear more from you

Like, what do you think of yourself

Your linguistic roots please

After all where are you really from?



Yeah, I am picking on you, you bet I am

You have escaped scrutiny, forever

Hiding yourself in such subtle utterance

But you are not getting off so easy now



I am pushing your envelope but it's ok

No harm intended, nothing against you

Just a need to know, natural curiosity

Your neutral self, who, in non sexist English



Well, you don't say much, just a syllable

So you think you can escape examination

No, no, no for the light is on you, brightly

We shall know your roots and your fruit



If you are of God then welcome to language

But if you are vile or vain we will purge you

Sounds tough but still you would have to go

No room for you in Christ, if you are so vain



But if you are of God you are welcome

For every ugh must be spoken in love

And account will be given on day

For every ugh spoken in vain!

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