Thank you Lord, mere words cannot express,
The joy we find within your rest.
Saved from the curse of sin and hell,
I give my life for your Love to tell
Thank you Jesus Prince of Peace,
Will your wonders ever cease?
Suffered such pain for the likes of me,
Bore my sins on Calvary’s tree.
Grateful hearts adore your Name,
The pain I caused should be my shame.
But your precious blood has cleansed like rain,
There’s not a trace of guilt or hint of blame.
Thank you God for your awesome Son,
No gold could ever buy what He has done.
Ransomed my soul with the greatest Love,
From the deepest hole He’s brought me above.
Grateful hearts adore your Name,
The pain I caused should be my shame.
But your precious blood has cleansed like rain,
There’s not a trace of guilt or hint of blame.
Thanks to the Spirit who gives new life,
Reborn by the Spirit of the Living Christ.
I don’t understand why you do for me,
I boast no works your blood’s my only plea
Grateful hearts adore your Name,
The pain I caused should be my shame.
But your precious blood has cleansed like rain,
There’s not a trace of guilt or hint of blame.
Joel Emerson
Come, let us sing for joy to the LORD; let us shout aloud to the Rock of our salvation.
Let us come before him with thanksgiving and extol him with music and song.
Psalm 95:1-2
A note about: “A Joyful Prayer of Thanks”: Ever have someone give you something very special that you thought they would have given to someone else who had closer ties with the giver. The melody to this song seemed to me like it had been taken out of God’s curio cabinet and had been given to me personally. It’s true that it’s no more mine than the wind, but to hold it briefly is quite a joy and even this exhilarating joy is pale in comparison to the content of the message of the words. Though so far I’ve yet to speak in unknown tongues, but when my fingers fretted the abstract chords on my guitar and my voice sang the chorus for the first time it seemed an unconscious act on my part and it was given wholly (not in part) from the Holy Spirit. “Thou art the potter I am the clay.” The more you look, the more you’ll find: God’s Wonderful Grace!