I WILL FOREVER BE GRATEFUL
What does Christ mean to me? Wow. A lot of times, I've had tough time figuring out what to say to people, but when it comes to you, Christ, I don't, because with you everything that used to feel tough just doesnt anymore.
It's one of the things I love about you, you don't need me. You can handle anything without me, independent, fearless, loving, kind... You are without question the best decision any man would ever make. Everyday without you is a gift. You mean everything to me Christ.
What can I give to Jesus who gave Himself for me? How can I show my love for Him who died on calvary?
'Are you able?' said my master, 'to be crucified with Me?' He asked. 'Yea' I sturdily said. 'Then pick up your cross and follow Me, I gave my life to ransom thee, just give your all to Me' I heard Him say. 'To death I will follow, no flinching' I said, 'wherever you go I will go, where you lead I will follow without swaying left or right...
You are my everlasting portion, more than a friend or life to me; all along my pilgrim journey, saviour I will work with thee. Very close to thee, all along my journey would I walk with you. Gladly will I toil and suffer with you till we get to the gate of life eternal, that I may enter Lord with you.
Living for Jesus a life that is true, striving to please Him in all I do, yielding allegiance, glad hearted and free, it's the best path for me to tread.
Saviour, like a shepherd lead us, much we need your tender care; in your pleasant pastures feed us, for our use, your folds prepare. We are yours dear friend. Be the guardian of our way, keep us from the treasures that makes us bound, seek us when we go astray, and in your loving kindness save and restore us. Our love and life we give unto you, lamb of God who died for us, may we be forever faithful.
I needs go home by the way He has set before me, no other way but this; I would never be able to see the gates of light if I ever miss that way. It is sweet to know as I onward go. I am so happy in Christ today, that I go singing along my way; so happy that He included me. Sinners would hear my song if Him and would come to the light.
Would you join me in my new quest dear friend; to run through this path together. Have you been to Him? Have you been to Jesus for the cleansing power? Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb? Are you fully trusting in His grace this hour? Lay your sins on Him. He bears them all, and frees us all from the accursed load. I brought my guilt to Him for help, to wash my crimson stains white in His most precious blood, till not a stain remained. I was sinking in sin, far from the peaceful shore, very deeply stained within, sinking to rise no more but the master of the sea - a dearing friend- heard my despairing cry, from the depths He lifted me, now I am safe.
When nothing else could help, He is the friend you need, though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be made as white as snow. Though they be red as crimson, they shall be made white as snow.
A ruler once asked my friend the way of salvation, He made His words true and plain like this: 'you must be born again', simple and clear. Hasten to Him, make haste to the saviour. Be resolved to follow the saviour this very seconds. He is the living way.
Let your joy be in giving all. Let Him take your life for consecration, surrender your hands for His movement. He will give you grace and glory, go with Him all the way. Do as He says, say as He says, go the same way He is going. Just imitate Him, and you will find the joy you ever seek.
Remember O brother man, fold to your heart your brother with love! Where pity dwells, the peace of God is there; to worship rightly is to love each other, each smile a hymn, each kindly deed a prayer.
For they whom Jesus love have truly spoken: the holier worship which He deigns to bless restores the lost with love and binds the spirit broken, and feeds the widow and fatherless [loving, generous, and caring].
Follow with reverent steps the great example of Him whose holy work was doing good; so shall the wide earth seem our Father's temple, each loving life a psalm of gratitude.
I am thinking today of that beautiful land I shall reach when the sun goes down, when through the wonderful grace by my saviour I stand, hope I will have a crown worth call my own? Will you also have one? When we gather at the river, that beautiful river; gather with the saints at the river that flows by the throne of the master. When the trumpet shall sound, and time shall be no more, and the morning breaks, eternal, bright, and fair; when the saved of the earth shall gather over on the other shore, and the roll is called up yonder, I hope I'll meet you there?
On that bright and cloudless morning when the dead in Christ shall rise, and the glory of His resurrection share; When His chosen ones shall gather to their home beyond the skies, and the roll is called up yonder, I hope to be there.
Let us labour for the master from the dawn till the setting of the sun, let us talk of all His wondrous love and care; then when all of life is over, and our work on earth is done, and the roll is called up yonder, I'll be there! A land of cloudless day, the land of an unclouded day, it's a home of saints, where no storm clouds rise, no pain, but joy eternal.
Forever with the Lord! Amen so let it be; life from the dead is in that word, this immortality restored. My father's house on high, Home of my soul; the golden gates appear! Ah, then my spirit faints to reach the land I love; the bright inheritance of saints above. How I love you to be there!