Monday, April 23, 2012

In Christ Alone


Songwriters: Getty, Julian Keith; Townend, Stuart Richard

In Christ alone my hope is found
He is my light, my strength, my song
This Cornerstone, this solid ground
Firm through the fiercest drought and storm

What heights of love, what depths of peace
When fears are stilled, when strivings cease
My Comforter, my All in All
Here in the love of Christ I stand

In Christ alone, who took on flesh
Fullness of God in helpless Babe
This gift of love and righteousness
Scorned by the ones He came to save

Til on that cross as Jesus died
The wrath of God was satisfied
For every sin on Him was laid
Here in the death of Christ I live

There in the ground His body lay
Light of the world by darkness slain
Then bursting forth in glorious Day
Up from the grave He rose again

And as He stands in victory
Sin's curse has lost its grip on me
For I am His and He is mine
Bought with the precious blood of Christ

No guilt in life, no fear in death
This is the power of Christ in me
From a life's first cry to final breath
Jesus commands my destiny

No power of hell, no scheme of man
Could ever pluck me from His hand
Til He returns or calls me home
Here in the power of Christ I stand

I will stand, I will stand
All other ground is sinking sand
All other ground, all other ground
Is sinking sand, is sinking sand
So I stand









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Monday, April 16, 2012

I adore this sweet song.




Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing~Robert Robinson

Come, Thou Fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above.
Praise the mount! I’m fixed upon it,
Mount of Thy redeeming love.

Sorrowing I shall be in spirit,
Till released from flesh and sin,
Yet from what I do inherit,
Here Thy praises I’ll begin;
Here I raise my Ebenezer;
Here by Thy great help I’ve come;
And I hope, by Thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home.

Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed His precious blood;
How His kindness yet pursues me
Mortal tongue can never tell,
Clothed in flesh, till death shall loose me
I cannot proclaim it well.

O to grace how great a debtor
Daily I’m constrained to be!
Let Thy goodness, like a fetter,
Bind my wandering heart to Thee.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
Prone to leave the God I love;
Here’s my heart, O take and seal it,
Seal it for Thy courts above.

O that day when freed from sinning,
I shall see Thy lovely face;
Clothed then in blood washed linen
How I’ll sing Thy sovereign grace;
Come, my Lord, no longer tarry,
Take my ransomed soul away;
Send thine angels now to carry
Me to realms of endless day.



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Saturday, April 14, 2012

Life's a Beach!

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Right!?! Today was such a gorgeous day, I saw NO reason why we should stay inside. After picking up oldest form work, I decided we'd go to the beach for a little while at least.

It was really nice. It wasn't crowded. We didn't have to tote around a ton of gear. It was cool enough to wear jeans. Actually, there were quite a few families, dressed casually, just hanging out. The sky was clear blue. A nice reprieve from the storm showers a few days ago. The ktbunch enjoyed playing in the sand....until they decided to get their feet wet.

Oldest commented, "First their feet, then their butts." He was right. It wasn't long before Birdy walked up soaked to her rear--by a rogue wave. Behind her came Kurtis, dripping, head to toe, thanks to the same wave. He had salt, sand and snot coming out of his nose. He was trying to run away from the wave when he tripped, face first and was over taken.

This picture was taken before the wave incident. Isn't the sky gorgeous?

I knew, as soon as I saw him, it was time to go home. Which was fine. It was enough time to soak up some vitamin D and then head home to get ready for the cousins...who are spending the night tonight.

I made chicken pasta primavera for lunch. I think we'll just have hamburgers for dinner.

Weekends like this are such a blessing to my heart and soul.









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