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 Hope
Awaiting Your coming
Our hope, so blessed
Your glorious appearing
Unfailing love, expressed.
Our Garden
Our life is a garden
We tend, and we sow
Bright flowers, or weeds
We choose what will grow.
Our Faith
So, by faith offering God
What is pleasing to Him
Believe that He is
Rewards those seeking Him.
Our Blessed Hope
For in Him, resurrection
We arise from the dead
To an inheritance, incorruptible
That for us, waits ahead.
New Wineskins?
May our leaders, seek God’s wineskins
A fresh vison of Jesus’ call
A holy people, disciple-making
Going forth and reaching all.
O Lord, Come and Fill
Since this vessel, is dry
I come open, and empty
O Lord, come and fill
From Your rivers of plenty.
O Come, Holy Spirit
Control and compel me
Conform me to Christ
Consume all the dross
His blood has sufficed.
No more Sickness, nor Suffering
As we worship our King
No distractions, nor despair
No trials, nor temptations
All perfect splendor, forever there.
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.