Wed, Jun 27th - 9:57AM

YOUR EMBRACE

My blessed Saviour hung on Calvary’s tree
I wonder what You were thinking, was it of me?
Did You think of what You had said
As You looked over Jerusalem, there as You bled?

You said You would have gathered her children
Together as a hen does her own
But they would not listen
Is that why tears on Your cheeks glistened?

The people You came to save watched as You died
Not one of them listened to You as You cried
Father forgive them they know not what they do
They just stood and continued to mock and scorn You

My precious Saviour with Your arms open wide
Like the wings of the hen, beckoning us inside
To come and receive forgiveness in the cleansing flow
Bringing healing and forgiveness to those who would know

There is love and strength in Your embrace
And the giving of courage to run the race
You will bear us up on eagle’s wings
Give us life anew and reason to sing

In times of trial we will shelter in You
For You are our stronghold and refuge
We will dwell in the shadow of Your wings
And find rest from all manner of things

My blessed Saviour who cleansed my soul
You strengthen me and make me whole
I know You will help me face all the world has to offer
And I will stay in Your embrace from now til my final hour

Then from a stronghold and refuge to mansion I will go
All because I choose You and the cleansing flow
No more sorrow or tears or fears for me
I’ll be home with You on bended knee

Jeannine Faith

Fri, Jun 1st - 11:32AM

THANK YOU

Plunged beneath the crimson flow
Time for sin to be let go
Such joy is mine, I’ve been redeemed
Sin from my soul is taken away, washed clean

Your nail scarred hand has touched my heart
Beckoned from sin and bid to take part
In life given anew from within
Away from this world so full of sin

Such joy in this wonderous gift is found
To no longer in sin be bound
But with this joy is the question why
Why for my sinful soul did You die?

I am not worthy of such a gift
The sin of my soul cast me adrift
Why should You, God’s only Son
Care what happens to the lost and lonely ones

But as I read and listen, I begin to understand
That I am Your creation, made by Your hand
That Your love is beyond measure
And for the repentant sinner, the greatest treasure

For in Your great love for the weary and the lost
You lived and died, not counting the cost
You call us to come and trust in You
Giving what we don’t deserve, life anew

So I thank You Father, for the gift of Your Son
And I thank You Jesus, so willing to come
Thank You for dieing and redeeming me
Thank You for love, given so freely

Jeannine Faith