Our New True Self

As you look in the mirror
Who do you see
A child of the King
Or, the old fallen ‘me’?

Our Blessed Hope

For in Him, resurrection
We arise from the dead
To an inheritance, incorruptible
That for us, waits ahead.

No Longer I, but Christ                                         

No longer to struggle
In life’s battles, then lose
A new creature in Christ
For His glory, to use.

Daily Abide

Yes, daily I come
To abide in You, Lord
To worship and obey
All You have in store.

Baby Ruth

And tossed baby Ruth
Into the bushes
Yet God surely guarded
As with Moses, midst bushes.

Always Victorious

We’re always victorious
By Jesus’ blood, bought
As a child of our God
Whatever our lot.