It’s on the calendar
The number of years
Since my Saviour was born
It’s in the history books
The man they called Jesus
Walked the Earth
Majestic Ruler
Born in a stable
Helplessly crying in the night
The King of the heavens
Living as servant
Friends to the sinners
Light in the darkness
This is a story
For mankind
Written in history
For you and me
The love of the Saviour
Spelt in blood, spelt in blood
And the angels were silent
When God Himself
Laid on the Cross
For our sins
And the universe trembled
When she saw her Creator
Hung by nails
To a tree
Not a saint did He die for
But a wretch like me
His nail-scarred hands
Dripping with love
And the purpose for living
In His dying breath I hear
So soft and clear
Evermore
I’ll live for my Saviour
Monday, April 13, 2009
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Saturday, April 4, 2009
Love is patient
Love is kind
It does not envy
It does not boast
It is not proud
It is not rude
It is not self-seeking
It is not easily angered
It keeps no record of wrongs
Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth
It always protects
Always trusts
Always hopes
Always perseveres
Love never fails
And now these three remain:
Faith, hope and love
But the greatest of these is love.
Love is kind
It does not envy
It does not boast
It is not proud
It is not rude
It is not self-seeking
It is not easily angered
It keeps no record of wrongs
Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth
It always protects
Always trusts
Always hopes
Always perseveres
Love never fails
And now these three remain:
Faith, hope and love
But the greatest of these is love.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
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