From fear, he builds his walls thick and high,
The child against the world, unloved, unheard,
The search abandoned for acceptance’ embrace,
Still aching to hear the approving parental word.
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Much Can He Do
What’s Needed
The world is full of long complaints—
Disciples, too, make loud lament
Against half-hearted, lukewarm saints—
What’s needed is that I repent.
Lord, Just Say the Word
Inflexible
He cannot bear correction—stiff-necked—
Inflexible—his back will break.
The humble bend before the Lord,
Inherit the earth, defeat the world.
Our God Is Kind
Our God is kind in every way,
He holds the evil tide at bay,
With love he showers his faithful saints,
In Christ no follower falls or faints.
He bears us on the Spirit’s wing,
That we might daily praise and sing;
In us he lives, we shall not tire,
The word within burns like a fire.
Our God is good, and goodness proves,
In every trial and pain he moves;
In heaven’s path the Cross we bear,
His suffering and joy we gladly share.
— RandalMatheny.com
This Day, the First
On this day, the first, when Jesus rose
Alive, and set aside his burial clothes,
His faithful followers come together and meet,
To sing his praise, around his table they eat,
And in his Name they pray for peace
And courage to speak, that he increase,
His grace be given, his saving truth be spread,
Because they know he lives who once was dead.
Their God is Father, they in Christ immersed,
This day they glory in him whom God raised first.