Sunday, March 23, 2008

Jesus, I my cross have taken, all to leave and follow Thee.
Destitute, despised, forsaken, Thou from hence my all shall be.
Perish every fond ambition, all I’ve sought or hoped or known.
Yet how rich is my condition! God and heaven are still mine own.

Let the world despise and leave me, they have left my Savior, too.
Human hearts and looks deceive me; Thou art not, like them, untrue.
And while Thou shalt smile upon me, God of wisdom, love and might,
Foes may hate and friends disown me, show Thy face and all is bright.

Go, then, earthly fame and treasure! Come, disaster, scorn and pain!
In Thy service, pain is pleasure; with Thy favor, loss is gain.
I have called Thee, "Abba, Father"; I have set my heart on Thee:
Storms may howl, and clouds may gather, all must work for good to me.

Man may trouble and distress me, ’twill but drive me to Thy breast.
Life with trials hard may press me; heaven will bring me sweeter rest.
Oh, ’tis not in grief to harm me while Thy love is left to me;
Oh, ’twere not in joy to charm me, were that joy unmixed with Thee.

Take, my soul, thy full salvation; rise o’er sin, and fear, and care;
Joy to find in every station something still to do or bear:
Think what Spirit dwells within thee; what a Father’s smile is thine;
What a Savior died to win thee, child of heaven, shouldst thou repine?

Haste then on from grace to glory, armed by faith, and winged by prayer,
Heaven’s eternal day’s before thee, God’s own hand shall guide thee there.
Soon shall close thy earthly mission, swift shall pass thy pilgrim days;
Hope soon change to glad fruition, faith to sight, and prayer to praise.

Words:Henry F. Lyte, 1824, re­vised 1833

Happy Easter

I was listening to the radio tonight and heard this song. I have heard it lots of times before, but today it hit me in a completely different way. This song really speaks to the Easter holiday. Our world is in a very dark place. Similar to the darkness the world experienced when Christ was crucified. Darkness that consumed the earth. The sun was darkened. For three days the earth mourned. The followers of Jesus were mourning the death of the one they thought had come to bring a new kingdom. They mourned the hope they had held on to. They mourned the death of a friend. Hope seemed lost.
And then came Sunday! Jesus conquered death. He broke the seal of his tomb, rolled away the stone, and walked among us. HE AROSE! Hope returned. He came back to life to bring healing and restoration.
Jesus is the Resurrection Hope! Happy Easter!
Tree63 – SundayFrom the album – Sunday
Nothing’s sacred, the days are cheap
Truth is thin on the ground
Still our prophets are crucified
Nobody believes we’re stumbling
It’s Friday, but Sunday is coming

Someone’s saying a prayer tonight
For hungry mouths to be filled
Someone kneels in the dark somewhere
And darkness is already crumbling
It’s Friday, but Sunday comes

(Chorus)
Sunday – Hallelujah – it’s not so far, it’s not so far away
Sunday – Hallelujah – it’s not so far, it’s not so far away

Broken promises, weary hearts
But one promise remains:
Crucified, he will come again
It’s Friday, but Sunday is coming
It’s Friday, but Sunday comes

(Chorus)

Darkness is already crumbling
It’s Friday, but Sunday is coming

(Chorus)