Free Christian Poems
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All of us preachers can use some free Christian Poems from time to time. Breed said that imagination may be cultivated by the study of suitable literature - poetry first of all, because poetry, if it be true poetry, is the product of the imagination. It cannot be defined. Every attempt to do so has been a failure, but we all know what is meant by true poetry.
The poetry of the Scripture is particularly rich in its imaginative features. Consider the 23rd Psalm. How much is expressed by the author which would have been lacking in a prosaic, matter of fact recitation of the same truths which it contains. He might have said, "The Lord is my Shepherd, He cares for me, He takes me where there is food and water." This is the same thought as that of the original, but what a contrast!
Christian poems help accomplish the task of explaining and applying Biblical truths in the sermon and that's why I want to provide some free poetry on this page and I hope you will share some of yours as well.
Take a look at Your Christian Poem Page where you can share your great poetry illustrations with all of us. Please do.
Broadus said that literature, ancient and modern, in prose and in verse, covers an immense field, and offers a vast store of illustrative material. No one can have failed to notice how often quotations from hymns, particularly when they are familiar, add greatly to the interest and impressiveness of a sermon. Spurgeon often used them very effectively.
There are times when a moment quoting the words of a song will do the same thing that a good story will do. Such songs as "Amazing Grace," "Sweet Hour of Prayer," "Jesus Saves," and "I Know Who Holds Tomorrow," carry messages which we are unable to bring otherwise. Quotations of small portions of poetry may help spice our sermons in like manner.
My Collection of Christian Poems:
I hope these free Christian Poems will help you in your sermon preparation. Some of these free Christian Poems are personally written by me and some of them have been collected from other sources through the years.
Of course I hope you are willing to share your poetry as well. To share your favorite poetry go here.
Let's get going with an alphabetical list of poetry for sermons:
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Abide With Me
Abide with me; fast falls the eventide;
The darkness deepens; Lord with me abide.
When other helpers fail and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, O abide with me.
Swift to its close ebbs out life’s little day;
Earth’s joys grow dim; its glories pass away;
Change and decay in all around I see;
O Thou who changest not, abide with me.
Not a brief glance I beg, a passing word,
But as Thou dwell’st with Thy disciples, Lord,
Familiar, condescending, patient, free.
Come not to sojourn, but abide with me.
Come not in terrors, as the King of kings,
But kind and good, with healing in Thy wings;
Tears for all woes, a heart for every plea.
Come, Friend of sinners, thus abide with me.
Thou on my head in early youth didst smile,
And though rebellious and perverse meanwhile,
Thou hast not left me, oft as I left Thee.
On to the close, O Lord, abide with me.
I need Thy presence every passing hour.
What but Thy grace can foil the tempter’s power?
Who, like Thyself, my guide and stay can be?
Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, abide with me.
I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless;
Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness.
Where is death’s sting? Where, grave, thy victory?
I triumph still, if Thou abide with me.
Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes;
Shine through the gloom and point me to the skies.
Heaven’s morning breaks, and earth’s vain shadows flee;
In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.
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Blessed Assurance
Blessèd assurance, Jesus is mine!
O what a foretaste of glory divine!
Heir of salvation, purchase of God,
Born of His Spirit, washed in His blood.
Perfect submission, perfect delight,
Visions of rapture now burst on my sight;
Angels descending bring from above
Echoes of mercy, whispers of love.
Perfect submission, all is at rest
I in my Savior am happy and blest,
Watching and waiting, looking above,
Filled with His goodness, lost in His love.
Refrain:
This is my story, this is my song,
Praising my Savior, all the day long;
This is my story, this is my song,
Praising my Savior, all the day long.
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Count Your Blessings
When upon life’s billows you are tempest tossed,
When you are discouraged, thinking all is lost,
Count your many blessings, name them one by one,
And it will surprise you what the Lord hath done.
Are you ever burdened with a load of care?
Does the cross seem heavy you are called to bear?
Count your many blessings, every doubt will fly,
And you will keep singing as the days go by.
When you look at others with their lands and gold,
Think that Christ has promised you His wealth untold;
Count your many blessings. Wealth can never buy
Your reward in heaven, nor your home on high.
So, amid the conflict whether great or small,
Do not be disheartened, God is over all;
Count your many blessings, angels will attend,
Help and comfort give you to your journey’s end.
Refrain:
Count your blessings, name them one by one,
Count your blessings, see what God hath done!
Count your blessings, name them one by one,
And it will surprise you what the Lord hath done.
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Dear Daddy
When I'm a great big man like you,
I want to do just like you do;
I's going to go just where you go,
I want to know all that you know;
I's just a growing awful big,
And walking in the tracks you dig;
I think it won't be very long,
I's growin' fast, and getting strong,
And soon I'll go to town with you
And be your partner all day through;
I'm just a little, great big man,
A' getting' like you fast's I can.
To Any Daddy
There are little eyes upon you, and they're watching night and day;
There are little ears that quickly take in every word you say;
There are little hands all eager to do everything you do.
And a little boy who's dreaming of the day he'll be just like you.
You're the little fellow's idol, you're the wisest of the wise;
In his little mind, about you no suspicions ever rise.
He believes in you devoutly, holds that all you say and do,
He will say and do in your way when he's grown up like you.
This wide-eyed little fellow who believes you're always right.
And his ears are always open and he watches day and night.
You are setting an example every day in all you do,
For the little fellow who's waiting to grow up to be just like you.
Dear Son
I'm glad you want like me to be,
Yet, I must change some things I see;
If you will do just what I do,
And follow me the whole length through,
Then I will pray for strength and power,
To walk the Christ's life every hour,
And leave tracks all along my way,
Which lead to joy and endless day.
(Dr. R.E. Neighbour)
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Easter Day
Tomb, thou shalt not hold Him longer,
Death is strong, but life is stronger;
Stronger than the dark, the light;
Stronger than the wrong, the right;
Faith and hope triumphant say:
"Christ will rise on Easter day!"
While the patient earth lies waiting
Till the morning shall be breaking,
Shuddering 'neath the burden dread
Of her Master, cold and dead,
Hark! she hears the angels say:
"Christ will rise on Easter day!"
And when sunrise smites the mountains,
Pouring light from heavenly fountains,
Then the earth blooms out to greet
Once again the blessed feet;
And her countless voices say:
"Christ has risen on Easter day!"
(Phillips Brooks)
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Just A Failure
What if I am just a failure?
What if all I've seemed to do
Is travel on and leave in shambles
What I've touched as I've passed through
What if as a parent
Or a mate, I've seemed to fail?
What if I've to crime resorted?
What if I've been sent to jail?
How can ever in this life
Jesus use a man like me?
How can Jesus use a failure?
What good on earth could my life be?
Friend, Jesus shops for future leaders
Often in the failure store
Often those He picks to cherish
Have been tried and failed before.
Fight
The tree that never had to fight
For sun and sky and air and light,
That stood out in the open plain
And always got its share of rain,
Never became a forest king,
But lived and died a scrubby thing.
Where thickest stands the forest growth
We find the patriarchs of both;
And they hold converse with the stars
Whose broken branches show the scars
Of many winds and much of strife.
This is the common law of life.
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Giving
Is thy cruse of comfort failing?
Rise and share it with a friend!
And through all the years of famine
It shall serve thee to the end.
Love divine will fill thy storehouse,
Or thy handful still renew;
Scanty fare for one will often
Make a royal feast for two.
For the heart grows rich in giving;
And its wealth is living grain;
Seeds, which mildew in the garner,
Scattered, fill with gold the plain.
Is the burden hard and heavy?
Do thy steps drag wearily?
Help to lift thy brother's burden,
God will bear both it and thee.
Giving
Give as you would if an angel
Awaited your gift at the door;
Give as you would if tomorrow
Found you where giving was o'er.
Give as you would to the Master
If you met His loving look;
Give as you would of your substance
If His hand the offering took.
The windows of heaven hinge on the tithe:
"Bring ye all the tithes...I will open up the windows of heaven, and pour you out a blessing." (Mal.3:10).
If we withhold the Lord's tithe, have we a right to pray for open windows and outpoured blessings? (WBK)
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He Giveth More Grace
He giveth more grace when the burdens grow greater;
He sendeth more strength when the labors increase,
To added affliction, He added His mercy;
To multiplied trials, His multiplied peace.
When we have exhausted our store of endurance,
When our strength has failed ere the day is half done;
When we reach the end of our hoarded resources,
Our Fathers full giving has only begun.
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His love has no limit, His grace has no measure;
His pow'r has no boundary know unto men.
For out of His infinite riches in Jesus;
He giveth, and giveth, and giveth again!
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I'd Rather Have Jesus
I'd rather have Jesus then silver or gold,
I'd rather have Him than have riches untold,
I'd rather have Jesus than houses or lands;
I'd rather be led by His nail pierced hand.
I'd rather have Jesus than men's applause
I'd rather be faithful to His dear cause;
I'd rather have Jesus than worldwide fame,
I'd rather be true to His holy name.
He's fairer than lilies of rarest bloom,
He's sweeter than honey from out the comb;
He's all that my hungering spirit needs,
I'd rather have Jesus and let Him lead.
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Than to be a king of a vast domain
Or be held in sin's dread way;
I'd rather have Jesus than anything,
this world affords today.
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Jesus Is Always True
What is the truth?
I'm very often asked
Whether in the present or in the past
Seems to change every year or two.
What is for sure?
Can one be put on the spot?
To buy the truth and sell it not
Or is no one really that pure?
Can we count on anyone?
Does anything stay the same?
Is everyone just playing a game?
And loving the truth is not done.
The Bible is God's truth
Its truths have changed no never
Though the world has changed its mind forever
God's Word has stayed on cue.
The Living Word is Christ
He followed God's plan to the letter
The truth He preached makes us better
When we trust Him and make Him our life.
Jesus is always true
He's everything to me
He's all I have and all I need
I want for nothing new.
(Copyright, 2009, J. Mark Hollingsworth, Oct. 3, 2009, www.preachology.com)
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Not Laboring In Vain - 1 Cor. 15:58
God has called you to be faithful
As you run His worthy race;
Be obedient and be steadfast
Till at last you see His face.
But remember striving child
That this race is not your own;
Tis the work that He desires
In the way that He has shown.
Not by human might nor talent
Can His work on earth be done;
But by love and by His Spirit
You shall miss no target, none.
Read His Word and let His Spirit
To be ruling in your heart;
Then you'll run with strength and gladness
Or you'll walk to do your part.
Have consistency and vision
With a passion for His cause;
Be a champion and a servant
Never turn and never pause.
Be not negligent of prayer
This the secret of your power;
Through communing and through trusting
He on you will blessings shower.
Tis a high and holy calling
To be running in His race;
Do not fret and do not tire
Keep your gaze upon His face.
You shall run and not be weary
As you labour without fear;
Till in heaven that gald morning
Come, oh child, "Well done," you'll hear.
Your submission and devotion
Down on earth was not in vain;
I prepared for your promotion
With your King now you shall reign.
Then you'll shout your Hallelujahs
As your trophies to Him bring;
Worthy - Worthy Lamb, Redeemer
For eternity you'll sing.
Hallelujah, Father, Savior
Hallelujah, Heavenly Dove;
Worthy was on earth my labour
For I've reached my goal above.
(Anastasia Burr was inspired to write this poem after hearing Dr. J. Mark Hollingsworth preach a sermon on "Consistency" from 1 Cor. 15:58 at First Baptist Church in Newcastle, Pennsylvania, 2-21-1993.)
The Lord's Supper
In memory of the Savior's love,
We keep the sacred feast,
Where every humble, contrite heart
Is made a welcome guest.
By faith we take the Bread of Life
With which our souls are fed,
The Cup in token of His blood
That was for sinners shed.
In faith and memory thus we sing
The wonders of His love,
And thus anticipate by faith
The heavenly feast above.
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The Ministers' Pay
The average pay for a minister they say
Is a dollar and eighty-seven cents a day.
Then tell me pray —
How can he avoid dismay?
How can he manage his bills to pay?
Where can he go and where can he stay?
When God's people pay
Only a dollar and eighty-seven cents a day?
O you who have a hope of heaven
To whom God has so many blessings given
What can you say
If your minister will not stay
And starve on what you pay.
A dollar and eighty-seven cents a day?
What If in desperate straits
His sacred calling he forsakes
And to manual labor turns
Where he living wages earns
And every week a fat envelope takes
With joy, for wife and kiddies' sakes.
Yet he has a yearning still
His sacred calling to fulfill
But how can he, tell me pray,
When God's people pay
A dollar and eighty-seven cents a day?
What will be the future of the church
With God's servants left thus in the lurch?
'Tis not hard lo say.
They'll close their doors some day,
Their minister gone away
Because God's people pay
Only a dollar and eighty-seven cents a day.
Yet surely the church will not suffer such disaster
For at heart she is loyal to her Master.
Even now with His Spirit she is taking fire
And is learning that "the laborer is worthy of his hire."
And soon to her faithful ministers she will say
From henceforth a living wage we will gladly pay.
(J. A. Mitchell, Norwood. RI, The Expositor, May, 1920)
Mother's Creed
Lord, who am I to teach the way
To little children, day by day,
So prone myself to go astray?
I teach them knowledge, but I know
How faint they flicker and how low
The candles of my knowledge glow.
I teach them power to will and do,
But only now to learn anew
My own great weakness through and through.
Oh, let my little children see
Their mother leaning hard on Thee.
MOTHERS' DAY HYMN
The following Mothers' Day Hymn was written by Rev. George E. Atkinson, service secretary of the Y. M. C. A., San Jose, California. It is a good one and we think you could use it to advantage this year. It was composed in 1916 when Mr. Atkinson was pastor. Since then he has served in war work and his experiences have only deepened the conviction expressed in these lines:
Faith of our Mothers, living still
In all things beautiful and bright:
Yea, nobly will we do God's will.
And live our lives as in his sight.
Faith of our Mothers, Living Faith,
We will be true to thee till death.
Faith of our Mothers, living still
In strong sons' lives and words of praise
We humbly own our debt to thee.
And love thee as in former days.
Faith of our Mothers, conquering Faith,
We will be true to thee till death.
Faith of our Mothers, living still
In deeds of love and service strong,
We gladly pledge our strength to thee
To soothe the sorrows, right the wrong.
Faith of our Mothers, saving Faith,
We will be true to thee till death.
Faith of our Mothers, living still
In words and truths that ne'er can die,
Thy sons and daughters ever dear
Shall claim the faith that brings God nigh,
Faith of our Mothers, holy Faith,
We will be true to thee till death.
(Copyright, 1916, by Geo. E. Atkinson)
Mother's Prayer Time
Then while she darns the children's socks,
She prays for little tumbling feet;
Each folded pair within its box
Fits faith's bright sandals, sure and fleet.
While washing out, with mother pains
Small dusty suits and frocks and slips,
She prays that God may cleanse the stains,
From little hands, and hearts, and lips.
And when she breaks the fragrant bread,
Or pours a portion in each cup,
For grace to keep their spirit's fed,
Her mother-heart is lifted up.
O busy ones, whose souls grow faint,
Whose tasks seem longer than the day,
It doesn't take a cloistered saint
To find a little time to pray.
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A New Year's Wish
To be of greater service, Lord,
A closer student of Thy Word;
To help to bear a brother's load
And cheer him on the heavenly road;
To tell the lost of Jesus' love,
And how to reach the home above;
To trust in God whate'er befall,
Be ready at the Master's call
For any task that He may give;
And thus through all the year to live
For Him who gave Himself for me
And taught me that my life should be
A life unselfish, not self-willed,
But with the Holy Spirit filled.
Now I Belong To Jesus
Jesus my Lord will love me forever,
From Him no power of evil can sever,
He gave His life to ransom my soul,
Now I belong to Him.
Once I was lost in sin's degradation;
Jesus came down to bring me salvation,
Lifted me up from sorrow and shame;
Now I belong to Him.
Joy floods my soul for Jesus has saved me;
Freed me from sin that long had enslaved me,
His precious blood He gave to redeem,
Now I belong to Him.
Refrain:
Now I belong to Jesus,
Jesus belongs to me;
Not for the years of time alone,
but for eternity.
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Occupied "For" or "With" Jesus?
Martha in the kitchen, serving with her hands;
Occupied FOR Jesus, with her pots and pans.
Loving Him, yet fevered, burdened to the brim,
Careful, troubled Martha, occupied FOR Him.
Mary on the footstool, eyes upon her Lord;
Occupied WITH Jesus, drinking in His Word.
This one thing was needful, all else strangely dim:
Loving, resting Mary, occupied WITH Him.
So may we, like Mary, choose the better part:
Resting in His presence, hands and feet and heart;
Drinking in His wisdom, strengthened by His grace,
Waiting for the summons, eyes upon His face.
When it comes, we're ready, spirit, will, and nerve;
Mary's heart to worship, Martha's hand to serve;
This the rightful order, as our lamps we trim,
Occupied WITH Jesus, then occupied FOR Him!
(An unknown author summed up the lesson of Luke 10 in poetic words.)
O For A Thousand Tongues
O for a thousand tongues to sing
My great Redeemer’s praise,
The glories of my God and King,
The triumphs of His grace!
My gracious Master and my God,
Assist me to proclaim,
To spread through all the earth abroad
The honors of Thy name.
Jesus! the name that charms our fears,
That bids our sorrows cease;
’Tis music in the sinner’s ears,
’Tis life, and health, and peace.
He breaks the power of canceled sin,
He sets the prisoner free;
His blood can make the foulest clean,
His blood availed for me.
He speaks, and, listening to His voice,
New life the dead receive,
The mournful, broken hearts rejoice,
The humble poor believe.
Hear Him, ye deaf; Him praise, ye dumb,
Your loosened tongues employ;
Ye blind, behold your Savior come,
And leap, ye lame, for joy.
In Christ your Head, you then shall know,
Shall feel your sins forgiven;
Anticipate your heaven below,
And own that love is heaven.
Glory to God, and praise and love
Be ever, ever given,
By saints below and saints above,
The church in earth and heaven.
On this glad day the glorious Sun
Of Righteousness arose;
On my benighted soul He shone
And filled it with repose.
Sudden expired the legal strife,
’Twas then I ceased to grieve;
My second, real, living life
I then began to live.
Then with my heart I first believed,
Believed with faith divine,
Power with the Holy Ghost received
To call the Savior mine.
I felt my Lord’s atoning blood
Close to my soul applied;
Me, me He loved, the Son of God,
For me, for me He died!
I found and owned His promise true,
Ascertained of my part,
My pardon passed in heaven I knew
When written on my heart.
Look unto Him, ye nations, own
Your God, ye fallen race;
Look, and be saved through faith alone,
Be justified by grace.
See all your sins on Jesus laid:
The Lamb of God was slain,
His soul was once an offering made
For every soul of man.
Awake from guilty nature’s sleep,
And Christ shall give you light,
Cast all your sins into the deep,
And wash the Æthiop white.
Harlots and publicans and thieves
In holy triumph join!
Saved is the sinner that believes
From crimes as great as mine.
Murderers and all ye hellish crew
In holy triumph join!
Believe the Savior died for you;
For me the Savior died.
With me, your chief, ye then shall know,
Shall feel your sins forgiven;
Anticipate your heaven below,
And own that love is heaven.
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Pass Me Not
Pass me not, O gentle Savior,
Hear my humble cry;
While on others Thou art calling,
Do not pass me by.
Let me at Thy throne of mercy
Find a sweet relief,
Kneeling there in deep contrition;
Help my unbelief.
Trusting only in Thy merit,
Would I seek Thy face;
Heal my wounded, broken spirit,
Save me by Thy grace.
Thou the Spring of all my comfort,
More than life to me,
Whom have I on earth beside Thee?
Whom in heav’n but Thee?
Refrain:
Savior, Savior,
Hear my humble cry;
While on others Thou art calling,
Do not pass me by.
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Reach Out To Jesus
Is your burden heavy as you bear it all alone?
Does the road you travel harbor danger yet unknown?
Are you growing weary in the struggle of it all?
Jesus will help you when on His name you call,
Is the life you're living filled with sorrow and despair?
Do the future press you with its worry and its care?
Are you tired and friendless, have you almost lost your way?
Jesus will help you, just come to Him today.
Refrain:
He is always there, hearing every prayer, Faithful and true
Walking by our side, in His love we hide all the day through
When you get discouraged, just remember what to do -
reach out to Jesus, He's reaching out to you.
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Speak Out For Jesus
You talk about your business, Your bonds and stocks and gold;
And in all worldly matters, You are so brave and bold.
But why are you so silent, About salvation's plan?
Why don't you speak for Jesus, And speak out like a man?
You talk about the weather, And the crops of corn and wheat;
You speak of friends and neighbors, That pass along the street;
You call yourself a Christian, And like the Gospel plan--
Then why not speak for Jesus, And speak out like a man?
Are you ashamed of Jesus, And the story of the cross,
That you lower His pure banner, And let it suffer loss?
Did you forget His suffering? Did He die for you in vain?
If not, then live and speak for Jesus, And speak out like a man.
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Tell Me The Story Of Jesus
Tell me the story of Jesus,
Write on my heart every word.
Tell me the story most precious,
Sweetest that ever was heard.
Tell how the angels in chorus,
Sang as they welcomed His birth.
“Glory to God in the highest!
Peace and good tidings to earth.”
Fasting alone in the desert,
Tell of the days that are past.
How for our sins He was tempted,
Yet was triumphant at last.
Tell of the years of His labor,
Tell of the sorrow He bore.
He was despised and afflicted,
Homeless, rejected and poor.
Tell of the cross where they nailed Him,
Writhing in anguish and pain.
Tell of the grave where they laid Him,
Tell how He liveth again.
Love in that story so tender,
Clearer than ever I see.
Stay, let me weep while you whisper,
Love paid the ransom for me.
Refrain:
Tell me the story of Jesus,
Write on my heart every word.
Tell me the story most precious,
Sweetest that ever was heard.
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Under His Wings
Under His wings I am safely abiding,
Though the night deepens and the tempests are wild,
Still I can trust Him; I know He will keep me,
He has redeemed me, and I am His child.
Under His wings, what a refuge in sorrow!
How the heart yearningly turns to His rest!
Often when earth has no balm for my healing,
There I find comfort, and there I am blessed.
Under His wings, oh, what precious enjoyment!
There will I hide till life’s trials are o’er;
Sheltered, protected, no evil can harm me,
Resting in Jesus, I’m safe evermore.
Refrain:
Under His wings, under His wings,
Who from His love can sever?
Under His wings my soul shall abide,
Safely abide forever.
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Your Own Version
You are writing a gospel,
A chapter each day,
By deeds that you do,
By words that you say.
Men read what you write,
Whether faithless or true,
Say, what is the gospel
According to you?
A Useful Vessel
It's not what we keep but what we share,
Not what we have but what we spare,
Not what we clasp but what we lose,
Not what we hide but what we use.
A vessel he will make of you,
If small or great, 'twill surely do--
Great joy and peace will always fill
The one who's yielded to his will.
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There Is A Way
There is a way I want to go
There is a way I should
I tend to go the way I know
Without Him, if I could.
But then He speaks, I hear Him say
Why do you go alone?
Why don't you come to me today
Forsake the way you've known.
I face the test of time
To follow Jesus, become whole
Or cling to what is mine.
There is a way I need to go
His Spirit calls to me
He loves me even though I know
I'm not what I should be.
When I surrendered to His will
He came to live within
His Spirit did empower and fill
His death paid for my sins.
I now have traded death for life
I now have purpose found
I now have peace instead of strife
I now am heaven bound.
There is a way I now must go
I'm thankful for His grace
I want to give and love and grow
Until I see His face.
(Copyright, 2009, J. Mark Hollingsworth, Oct. 3, 2009, www.preachology.com)
When We See Christ
Oft times the day seems long,
Our trials hard to bear;
We're tempted to complain,
To murmur and despair;
But Christ will soon appear,
To catch His bride away,
All tears forever over,
In God's eternal day.
Refrain:
It will be worth it all, when we see Jesus;
Life's trials will seem so small, when we see Christ;
One glimpse of His dear face, all sorrow will erase,
So bravely run the race till we see Christ.
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Yield Not To Temptation
Yield not to temptation, for yielding is sin;
Each victory will help you some other to win;
Fight manfully onward, dark passions subdue,
Look ever to Jesus, He’ll carry you through.
Shun evil companions, bad language disdain,
God’s Name hold in reverence, nor take it in vain;
Be thoughtful and earnest, kindhearted and true,
Look ever to Jesus, He’ll carry you through.
To him that o’ercometh, God giveth a crown;
Through faith we shall conquer, though often cast down;
He Who is our Savior our strength will renew;
Look ever to Jesus, He’ll carry you through.
Refrain:
Ask the Savior to help you,
Comfort, strengthen and keep you;
He is willing to aid you,
He will carry you through.
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