At Calvary

Years I spent in vanity and pride
Caring not my Lord was crucified
Knowing not it was for me He died
On Calvary

Mercy there was great, and grace was free
Pardon there was multiplied to me;
There my burdened soul found liberty
At Calvary.

By God’s Word at last my sin I learned;
Then I trembled at the law I’d spurned,
Till my guilty soul imploring turned
To Calvary.

Now I’ve giv’n to Jesus everything,
Now I gladly own Him as my King,
Now my raptured soul can only sing
Of Calvary!

Oh, the love that drew salvation’s plan!
Oh, the grace that bro’t it down to man!
Oh, the mighty gulf that God did span
At Calvary!

From the Hymn "Calvary" by William R Newell and and Daniel B Towner 

Coming To Jesus

Whenever I come to Jesus,
When troubled or distressed,
I always find a refuge
When I with Him can rest.

I tell Him all my trials,
I tell Him all my grief;
And while my lips are speaking
He gives my heart relief.

When full of dread foreboding,
And flowing over with tears,
He always calms my sorrows,
And hushes all my fears.

He comprehends my weakness,
The peril I am in,
And He supplies the armor
I need to vanquish sin.

When those are cold and faithless,
Who once were fond and true,
With careless hearts forsaking
The old friends for the new,

I turn to Him whose friendship
Knows neither change nor end,
And so I find in Jesus
An ever faithful Friend.

Whenever I come to Jesus,
No matter when or where
To seek His gracious presence,
I'm sure to find Him there.

In times of joy or sorrow,
Whatever my need may be,
I can always come to Jesus,
And Jesus comforts me.

Author Unknown

He Is Risen

They came to the quiet garden
In the early morning gloom,
And there in the shadowed darkness
They found an empty tomb.

They brought their scented spices
To anoint the hallowed dead,
But found, to their amazement,
The angel of the Lord instead.

Their hearts were heavy laden--
Bowed down with deep despair--
But when they lifted tear-dimmed eyes,
Lo, Jesus was standing there.

They thought all hope had ended
With Golgotha's dying breath,
But they found a powerful savior.
Triumphant over death!

On that wonderful Sunday morning,
In a garden where flowers grew,
He came from the grave - a world to save -
To live and reign anew.

So oft in the midst of sorrows
When hope seems cold and dead.
With lifted eyes, we too may see
A risen Lord full of grace instead! 

Author Unknown

He's The Reason Why

People often ask me, why I live the life I live.
Why is it that to God my soul I choose to give.
I answer them proudly, with my spirits lifted high.
Jesus Christ my Savor, He's the reason why.

He gave his life at Calvary, to save both you and me.
The price how very great it was, still Jesus paid the fee.
They hung Him on cross, and pierced Him in His side.
So that we could live, my Jesus chose to die.

Still just when people thought, they had seen the end.
My Jesus in all His glory, He came back again.
And you ask me why I give my life,
It's cause it is not mine to keep.
It's been bought by God with the blood of Christ,
So what choice is left for me.I can live my life down here on Earth and be just who I am.
Or I can live for God while I'm here, and live again in the promise land.

You make your choice, but mines been made.
I choose my mansion over a fiery grave.
The task is very simple, it's impossible to fail.
You give your life to Jesus, and you save yourself from hell.
So you can ask me each and every day, but my story will remain the same.

Cause if my name's erased from the book of life,
I've only me to blame.
So see while.
People often ask me, why I live the life I live.
Why is it that to God my soul I choose to give.
I answer them proudly, with my spirits lifted high.
Jesus Christ my Savor, He's the reason why.
Jesus Christ my Savor, He's the reason why.

Author Unknown

I Am Here

Do you need me?
I am here.
You cannot see me, yet, I am the light you see by.
You cannot hear Me, yet, I speak through your voice.
You cannot feel Me, yet, I am the power at work through your hands.
I am at work, though you do not understand my ways.
I am at work, though you do not recognize my works.
I am not strange visions.
I am no mystery.
Only in absolute stillness, beyond self, can you know Me as I am, then
but as a feeling and as a faith.
Yet, I am here.
Yet, I hear.
Yet, I answer.
When you need Me, I am here.
Even if you deny Me I am here.
Even in your fears, I am here.
Even in your pain, I am here.
I am there when you pray and when you do not pray.
I am in you and you are in Me.
Only in your mind can you feel separate from Me, for only in your mind
are the myths of “yours” and “mine.”
Yet only in your mind can you know Me and experience Me.
Empty your heart of empty fears. When you get yourself out of the
way, I am here.
You can of yourself do nothing, but I can do all.
And, I am in all.
Though you may not see the good, good is there, for I am here.
I am here because I have to be, for I AM.
Only in Me does the world have meaning.
Only in Me does the world take form.
Only because of me does the world go forward.
I am the law in which the movement of the stars and the growth of living
cells are founded.
I am the Love that is fulfilling.
I am the assurance.
I am the peace.
I am the oneness.
I am the law that you can live by.
I am the Love that you can cling to.
I am your assurance.
I am your peace.
I am the one with you.
I AM.
Though you fail Me, I do not fail you.
Though your faith is in Me is unsure, My faith never waivers, because I
know you, because I love you.
I am Jesus, I am here.

Author Unknown

If You Ever Need Me

f ever you need me,
I'll be right here,
To chase away the sadness,
And wipe away a tear.

If ever you need me,
I'll be two steps behind,
To follow in your footsteps,
And hear what's on your mind.

If ever you need me,
You'll never have to fear,
That your presence isn't important,
And your love isn't dear.

If ever you need me,
I'll always be around,
To bring back the laughter,
Where deep in your heart it's found.

You'll never have to worry,
For I'll always be here,
To chase away the sadness,
And wipe away a tear.

I AM HERE FOR YOU!

Love Jesus

Author Unknown

Jesus Loves the Little Children

There's my friend Jesus, holding a child.
His loving face so tender and mild
His smile really shows me His love.
They tell me He's God, sent from above.

Since He wants to hold me in such a way,
I just think about Him every day.
Jesus loves me this I know
for the Bible tells me so.

I see Him in pictures and know it's true
My teacher says, He loves you too.
Jesus loves the little children, like you and me
All the children of the world, you see

I talk to Jesus each and every day
He always listens to what I say.
He speaks to me inside my heart,
shows me what I should do to be smart.

Jesus is bigger than you or me
Cause He's got the whole world in his hands.
You see I love to talk about Him with anyone I can,
For Jesus is so easy to understand.

This little light of mine, I want to show.
I won't hide it under a bush, oh no!
Help me, my Jesus, to always think this way,
No matter how old my body is today.

For my body feels old, but my mind feels young.
For in my heart, these songs are always sung.
God Bless You all, you are
in good hands.

Author Unknown

Still He Walked

He could hear the crowds screaming “crucify” “crucify”…
He could hear the hatred in their voices,
These were his chosen people.
He loved them,
And they were going to crucify him.
He was beaten, bleeding and weakened… his heart was broken,
But still He walked.

He could see the crowd as he came from the palace.
He knew each of the faces so well.
He had created them.
He knew every smile, laugh, and shed tear,
But now they were contorted with rage and anger…his heart broke,
But still He walked.

Was he scared?
You and I would have been
So his humanness would have mandated that he was. He felt alone.
His disciples had left, denied, and even betrayed him.
He searched the crowd for a loving face and he saw very few.
Then he turned his eyes to the only one that mattered
And he knew that he would never be alone.
He looked back at the crowd, at the people who were spitting
At him, throwing rocks at him and mocking him and he knew
That because of him, they would never be alone.
So for them, He walked.

The sounds of the hammer striking the spikes echoed through
The crowd. The sounds of his cries echoed even louder,
The cheers of the crowd, as his hands and feet
Were nailed to the cross, intensified with each blow.
Loudest of all was the still small voice inside his
Heart that whispered “I am with you, my son”,
And God’s heart broke.
He had let his son walk.

Jesus could have asked God to end his suffering,
But instead he asked God to forgive.
Not to forgive him, but to forgive the ones who were persecuting him.
As he hung on that cross, dying an unimaginable death,
He looked out and saw, not only the faces in the crowd,
But also, the face of every person yet to be,
And his heart filled with love.
As his body was dying, his heart was alive.
Alive with the limitless, unconditional love he feels for each of us.
That is why He walked.

When I forget how much My God loves me,
I remember his walk.
When I wonder if I can be forgiven,
I remember his walk.
When I need reminded of how to live like Christ,
I think of his walk.
And to show him how much I love him,
I wake up each morning, turn my eyes to him,
And I walk.

Author Unknown

The Shepherd and The Lamb

The Shepherd loved His little lamb,
And gave it His tender care
And followed it with His loving eyes
As it wandered here and there.

And as He sat by His grazing flock
Who so meekly His voice obeyed,
He pondered sadly His little lamb
As again it strayed.

The little lamb had a loving heart,
And adored His Shepherd, true,
But would turn aside and seek his own way
As lambs so often do.

With His gentle voice the Shepherd called,
To His loved and straying lamb,
"Come back, little one, for you are not safe
Unless you are where I am."

But still the lamb would soon forget
And unthinkingly wander away,
And not really noticing what he did,
From the Shepherd's side would stray.

Until one day, the Shepherd kind
Took His rod in His gentle hand,
And what He then did seemed so cruel
That the lamb could not understand.

For with one sharp and well-aimed blow
Down the rod so swiftly came
That it broke the leg of the little lamb
And left it crippled, and lame.

Then the little lamb, with a cry of pain,
Fell down upon his knees,
And looked up at his Shepherd, as though to say,
"Won't You explain this, please?"

Then he saw the love in the Shepherd's eyes
As the tears ran down His face,
As He tenderly set the broken bone,
And bound it back in it's place.

Now he was utterly helpless,
He could not even stand!
He must trust himself completely
To his Shepherds loving hand.

Then day by day, 'till the lamb was healed
From the flock he was kept apart,
And carried about in the Shepherd's arms
And cradled near to His heart.

And the Shepherd would whisper gentle words
Into his now listening ear,
Thus he heard sweet words of love
That the other sheep could not hear.

He felt the warmth of the Shepherd's arms.
And the beat of His faithful heart,
Until it came a blessing to seem,
By his weakness to be set apart.

Every need of the little lamb
By his Shepherd so fully was met
That through his brokenness he learned
What he never again would forget.

And as the broken bone was healed,
And once more became whole and strong,
Wherever the Shepherd's path would lead,
The lamb would follow along.

Thus at the Shepherd's side he walked
So closely, day by day,
For once a lamb has a broken leg
It will never again go astray.

For the cords of love had bound it so
In its hour of weakness and need,
That is had no desire to wander away,
When once again it was freed.

Could it be you are broken today,
And you cannot understand
The painful blow of the Shepherd's rod
Nor believe it came from His Hand?

He only seeks, by this painful thing,
For a time to call you apart,
To cradle you close in His loving arms,
And draw you near to His heart.

So look up into your Shepherd's eyes,
And earnestly seek His face,
And prove in the hour of your weakness and need
The sufficiency of His grace.

For as you are borne in His loving arms,
And carried there, day by day,
He will bind you so close with the cords of His love
That never again will you stray!

Author Unknown

The Stone That Couldn't Hold Him

Two thousand years ago our Lord was crucified
They nailed him to a cross and for all mankind he died.

They laid him in a tomb with a huge stone at the door;
They remembered every word he said as he walked along the seashore.

In three days, he would rise again from the grave in which he lay;
They didn't think that anyone could roll that stone away!

On the morning of the third day As the sun rose in the East;
An angel of the Lord appeared and rolled the stone away with ease.

The angel spoke to the women who had come to see where Jesus lay;
He told them that Jesus was risen and the women hurried away.

The keepers all were trembling and paralyzed with fear;
For when they looked inside the tomb they saw that Jesus was no longer there!

The stone they thought would hold him had not stood in his way,
Jesus Christ had risen from the tomb in which he lay!

Author Unknown

They Missed Him!

They were looking for a lion,
He came as a Lamb, and they missed Him.

They were looking for a warrior,
He came as a Peacemaker, and they missed Him.

They were looking for a king,
He came as a Servant, and they missed Him.

They were looking for liberation from Rome,
He submitted to the Roman stake, and they missed Him.

They were looking for a fit to their mold,
He was the mold maker, and they missed Him.

What are you looking for? Lion? Warrior? King? Liberator?
What are you looking for?

They were looking for their temporal needs to be met,
He came to meet their eternal need, and they missed Him.

He came as a Lamb to be sacrificed for your sin.
Will you miss Him?

He came to make peace between God and man.
Will you miss Him?

He came to model servant hood for all mankind.
Will you miss Him?

He came that we might have true liberty.
Will you miss Him?

He came to give you eternal life.
Will you miss Him?

When we submit to the Lamb, we will meet the Lion.
Join with the Peacemaker, and we will meet the Warrior.
Work with the Servant, and we will meet the King.
Walk with the Submitted, and we will meet the Liberator.
Be concerned with the eternal, and we will have the temporal.

If Jesus is not fitting into the mold you have, then come to the mold maker and get a new one. Submit to His plan for your life and you will see the eternal need met first; then all the other things you have need of will be taken care of as well.

Author Unknown 

You Ask Why I Follow This Jesus?

You ask why I follow this Jesus?
Why I love Him the way I do?
When the world's turned away from His teachings
And the people who serve Him are few.

It's not the rewards I'm after
Or gifts that I hope to receive
It's the Presence that calls for commitment
It's the Spirit I trust and believe.

The Lord doesn't shelter His faithful
Or spare them all suffering and pain,
Like everyone else I have burdens,
And walk through my share of rain.

Yet He gives me a plan and a purpose,
And that joy only Christians have known,
I never know what comes tomorrow,
But I do know I'm never alone.

It's the love always there when you need it;
It's the words that redeem and inspire,
It's the longing to ever be with Him
That burns in my heart like a fire.

So you ask why I love my Lord Jesus?
Well, friend, that's so easy to see,
But the one thing that fills me with wonder is
Why Jesus loves someone like me.

Author Unknown 

What a Friend We Have in Jesus

What a friend we have in Jesus,
all our sins and griefs to bear!
What a privilege to carry
everything to God in prayer!
O what peace we often forfeit,
O what needless pain we bear,
all because we do not carry
everything to God in prayer.

Have we trials and temptations?
Is there trouble anywhere?
We should never be discouraged;
take it to the Lord in prayer.
Can we find a friend so faithful
who will all our sorrows share?
Jesus knows our every weakness;
take it to the Lord in prayer.

Are we weak and heavy laden,
cumbered with a load of care?
Precious Savior, still our refuge;
take it to the Lord in prayer.
Do thy friends despise, forsake thee?
Take it to the Lord in prayer!
In his arms he’ll take and shield thee;
thou wilt find a solace there.

From the Hymn: What a Friend We Have in Jesus , text: Joseph M. Scriven, 1820-1886, music: Charles C. Converse, 1832-1918

Why Jesus?

JESUS was born, that I might be born twice.

HE became poor, that I might possess wealth.

HE became homeless, that I might have a mansion.

HE was stripped, that I always should have clothes.

HE was forsaken, that I always should have friends.

HE was bound, that I might have perfect liberty.

HE was saddened, that I might have full joy.

HE descended, that I should be lifted up.

HE became a servant, that I might be a son forever.

HE was made sin, that I should share HIS righteousness.

HE died, that I should never taste eternal death.

HE will come down, that I might go up.

All of this -- that HE might display in me the riches of HIS grace,
and so I can dwell with God in the heavenlies.

Author unknown