Nails were pounded when He hung on a tree; Suffered for us so we could be set free.
poetry
Here is Your God
You who bring good tidings to Zion, Lift up your voice; raise with a shout, And do not be afraid of the people. Say, “Here is your God!”
Our Eyes on Jesus
Let us fix our eyes on Jesus. Our faith starts and grows in Him, Who for the joy set before Him Endured all our sin.
Not By Might
“Not by might, and not by power, But by My Spirit,” says our Lord, God. “Mighty mountain, O what are you? Before Christ you will become level ground.”
Hear My Voice
The Lord is my great salvation. He’s the stronghold of my life. When my enemies attack me, My heart will not fear at all.
Speak, Lord
Speak, Lord, for Your servant’s list’ning to You. Let me hear You speak in love and in truth. Guide me, I pray. Teach me Your way. Speak, Lord, while I bow before You now.
Glorious Grace
Praise be to God, the Father of Jesus, Who has blessed us in heavenly realms. For He chose us in Him from beginning To be His holy children of God;
Where is Jesus?
Friends and Facebook chat and email, Internet, blogs, news sites, retail, Magazines, books, sports and music, Laptops, I-Pads, smart phones, texting – Where is Jesus now?
Servant of The Lord
Servant of the Lord; For the gospel you’re set apart. Promised through the prophets of old: Jesus, Son of God.
Walking with Jesus
When you walk with Jesus only, And you spend your days with Him, He becomes your dearest friend, And your desire’s to be with Him.
