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Restore my soul, good Shepherd, it’s weary and it’s worn, This sheep’s warm wooly coat, it feels completely shorn. I’ve stayed the path; I come when You call, I pick myself up whenever I fall. I know full well You … Continue reading →

Oh Lord please keep this ember burning, Within my heart this faintest yearning. The storms of Satan would put it out, Make it cold with fear and doubt. But You can fan it into flame, As my heart instills Your … Continue reading →

As we cross this desert, this parched wasteland, In search of water, it seems there’s nothing but sand. Our mouths are dry with a burning thirst, This journey seems though it’s truly cursed. The water we brought has long since … Continue reading →

“What am I,” said the clay to the Potter, “A handful of dirt and a dose of water? A roaming pilgrim to grave from birth, Slave to time, prisoner of earth. Why give joy, why give pleasure, When all my … Continue reading →

Walkin’ and talkin’ with Jesus, what a way to spend the day, Some folks think I’m crazy; they don’t use their faith to pray. They use it all on things like money and fool’s gold, But that won’t buy a … Continue reading →

God gives to us a day of rest From strain of work and labor’s quest. We’ve much to do, no time to take This God-ordained Holy break. But He Himself had His day, Are we above His perfect way? The … Continue reading →

The earth shall receive its Sabbath one day, The time we’ve all been taught for to pray. A rest from war, yes a time of great peace, From destruction and evil, it will be a relief. Satan will be bound … Continue reading →

Jesus Christ Great Shepherd, brought this wandering sheep back home, Rescued me from the roaring lion when I was all alone. Bound my wounds with TLC, washed my wool with Blood, Saved me from my evil sin, though it was … Continue reading →

Every day’s a diamond that can’t be bought or sold, Like water in your hand you cannot grasp or hold. Time is such a precious gift the Lord gives every minute, And like the wind it blows on by even … Continue reading →

This crossbeam my Savior bore down the street, His battered body, torn, bruised and beat. He carried till He could no more, Though His suffering incomplete, there was more in store. One week before, He was hailed as King, Now … Continue reading →