Joy

Why Should I Make an Effort? Why should I make an effort,Exert myself each day,When I could be recliningAnd slouch upon life’s way? One day when I reach heaven,What shame will fill my breast,That I had been so lazyNot given of my best! How can I meet my SaviourKnowing that

When The Storms of Life are Raging! When the storms of life are raging And I cannot see ahead When the path so steep – I tremble To go where God has led! I find in Christ my Saviour The strength needed each day To take the step before me

When I Look at Peter When I look at Peter,With his failure public’ly,It would seem he neverCould have been a test’mony. After all the PeterThat we read of in God’s wordSwore and denied Jesus ,And the gathered crowd heard. Then the eager cockerelHad crowed with lusty lung.Stirring Peter’s conscience;His repentance

What am I Doing Here? Part Two What am I doing hereWhy was I ever born? What am I doing hereWhy was I ever born?Life’s filled with so much sorrowMy path with many a thorn. Is there a purpose for my lifeA plan for little me?I’m drowning midst the multitudesThat

What Am I Doing Here? “What am I doing here?”I hear your plaintive cry “What am I doing here?”I hear your plaintive cryAs floundering upon the earthYou sink and moan and cry. What are you doing thereDear child how can it beYou haven’t fathomed t’was My loveThat gave your life

Voices Keep Calling God’s Children Voices keep calling God’s childrenTo wander from His way.Images keep on appearing,Seeking their will to sway. Does the way seem too stony?Is the path very rough?Does your whole being cry out:“Surely it is too tough ‘”? Do the world’s lights allure you?Have you turned from