Flick’ring torches; hatred; violence; Crashing windows; guns of men;
poetry
Your Love Offering
Thank You, Lord, for Your love, Dying on a tree, So we’d be forgiven, Live eternally.
More of You
More of You and less of me; Like You, Jesus, I would be;
By Your Grace
Speak Your words to my heart, Let Your grace and love impart. Be to me all I need To love and serve Christ my King;
Listen! Listen!
Weep and wail o’er your sins, children. God is calling out to you: Be ye honest; tell the truth, And it will set you free.
Your Heart
Tenderly He speaks, softly so. Gently He calls - His will to know. Won’t you invite Him in your heart? Humbly accept Him now.
Your Grace Divine
All I have is Yours, Lord. You gave all to me, When You died at Calv’ry On that cruel tree.
Fear Not
Rejoice in the Lord! Gentle be always. The Lord is near you. Fear not in all things.
Your Servant
Lord, I love to have You near me As I go throughout my day, Walking daily in Your footsteps, As I humbly pray.
A Still Small Voice
In a still small voice He calls you. Won’t you hear and let him in? He’s still speaking, oh, how gently. He died to save you from sin.
