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I think music is one of lifes most beautiful inspirations...anyone else have a favorite song to share?

This is one of my favs...

I'd Rather Have Jesus

I'd rather have Jesus than silver or gold;
I'd rather be His than have riches untold:
I'd rather have Jesus than houses or lands.
I'd rather be led by His nail-pierced hand.

Than to be the king of a vast domain
Or be held in sin's dread sway.
I'd rather have Jesus tan anything
This world affords today.

I'd rather have Jesus than men's applause;
I rather be faithful to His dear cause;
Id rather have Jesus than worldwide fame.
I'd rather be true to His holy name.

Than to be the king of a vast domain
Or be held in sin's dread sway.
I'd rather have Jesus tan anything
This world affords today.

He's fairer than lilies of rarest bloom;
He's sweeter than honey from out the comb;
He's all than my hungering spirit needs.
I'd rather hav Jesus and let Him lead.

Than to be the king of a vast domain
Or be held in sin's dread sway.
I'd rather have Jesus tan anything
This world affords today.

I Bowed On My Knees And Cried, "Holy"

I dreamed of a city called Glory,
So bright and so fair.
When I entered that gate I cried, "Holy"
The angels all met me there:
They carried me from mansion to mansion,
And oh what sites I saw.
But I said, "I want to see Jesus,
He's the One who died for all."

Then I bowed on my knees and cried,
"Holy, Holy, Holy."
Then I clapped my hands and sang, "Glory,
Glory to the Son of God."
Then I bowed on my knees and cried,
"Holy, Holy, Holy."
Then I clapped my hands and sang, "Glory,
Glory to the Son of God."

I thought as I entered that city,
My friends all knew me well.
They showed me the streets of Heaven;
Such scenes too numerous to tell;
I saw Abraham, Isaac and Jacob,
Mark, Luke and Timothy.
But I said, "I want to see Jesus,
He's the One who died for me."

Then I bowed on my knees and cried,
"Holy, Holy, Holy."
Then I clapped my hands and sang, "Glory,
Glory to the Son of God."
Then I bowed on my knees and cried,
"Holy, Holy, Holy."
Then I clapped my hands and sang, "Glory,
Glory to the Son of God."

Here are 2 Songs that speak to me...

COME TO THE FATHER..

Before the world began
you where on his mind
and every tear you cried
is precious in HIS eyes
because of His great love
He gave his only son
and everything was done so you would come

Nothing you can do
could make him love you more
Nothing that you've done
could make him close the door
Because of his great love
He gave his only son
and everything was done so you would come

Come to the Father
thou your gift is small
Broken hearts and broken lives
He will take them all
The power of HIS love
the power of HIS blood
everything was done so you would come.

ABOVE ALL

Above all powers
Above all kings
Above all nature and all created things
Above all wisdom and all the ways of man
You where here before the world began

Above all kingdoms
Above all thrones
Above all wonders the world has ever know
Above all weatlh and treasures of the earth
theres no way to measure what your worth

Cruicified... laid behind the stone
You lived to die
rejected and alone
like a rose trampled on the ground
You took the fall and thought of me
Above all...

(Everytime i face a difficuilt sitiuation i think of this song and remember that no matter what i am facing, GOD is above all things)

The Blood Is Still There

by Gary Duty

One dark night down in Egypt,
a fearful time had come,
for one little Hebrew boy,
who was his father's first born son.

Now with the angel of death passing low,
it was hard to fall asleep.
But one little lamb stood in his mind,
as he laid there counting sheep.

He wondered why the young lamb had to die,
why his blood was on the door.
Through the wind and rain it had still remained.
But he wanted to be sure.

So he called out to his earthly Father,
with a trembling voice so scared.
Crying "Father will you please look and see,
if the blood is still there?"

He said, son now don't you worry,
for the blood is there to stay.
The winds may blow and the rain may fall,
but it just won't wash away.

The blood will stand the raging storm,
Its been applied with loving care.
Safe, secure, you can rest assured,
that the blood is still there.

Looking over all the damage,
Satan's storm had left behind.
The flood of endless questions,
and doubts had filled my mind.

The fear that gripped my troubled soul,
brought me back to my knees in prayer.
Crying "Father will you please look and see,
if the blood is still there?"

He said, son now don't you worry,
for the blood is there to stay.
The winds may blow and the rain may fall,
but it just won't wash away.

The blood will stand the raging storm,
Its been applied with loving care.
Safe, secure, you can rest assured,
that the blood is still there.

Safe, secure, you can rest assured,
that the blood is still there.

This is one of my all time favorite songs. Thank you Jesus for the blood that can never be washed away by the trials of life!!
TL

Greetings Everyone,
I have many favorite hymns that I like to bellow out. I may not be able to sing very well, but I can make a joyful noise with the best of 'em!

I am not certain which is my all time favorite, but if the most touching is a clue, there is one I just cannot get through even to this day. It may have been the first one I learned. I don't know.

Jesus loves me! this I know,
For the Bible tells me so;
Little ones to Him belong.
They are week, but He is strong.

Chorus:
Yes, Jesus loves me!
Yes, Jesus loves me!
Yes, Jesus loves me!
The Bible tells me so.

Jesus loves me! He who died
Heaven's gate to open wide;
He will wash away my sin,
Let His little child come in,

Chorus:
Yes, Jesus loves me!
Yes, Jesus loves me!
Yes, Jesus loves me!
The Bible tells me so.

Jesus loves me! He will stay
Close beside me all the way;
He's prepared a home for me,
And some day His face I'll see.

Chours:
Yes, Jesus loves me!
Yes, Jesus loves me!
Yes, Jesus loves me!
The Bible tells me so.
by Anna B. Warner

It is a simple Hymn. Perhaps, I am just a simple man, because I can't even write it without emotion.

God bless,

John1one

I wish you all could hear my son sing and play this...what touching music!

I CANT EVEN WALK

I THOUGHT THAT #1 WOULD SURELY BE ME

I THOUGHT I WOULD BE WHAT I WANTED TO BE

I THOUGHT I WOULD BUILD ON LIFES SINKING SAND

BUT I CANT EVEN WALK

WITHOUT YOU HOLDING MY HAND

I THOUGHT THAT I COULD DO A LOT ON MY OWN

I THOUGHT I COULD MAKE IT ALL ALONE

I THOUGHT OF MYSELF AS A MIGHTY BIG MAN

BUT I CANT EVEN WALK

WITHOUT YOU HOLDING MY HAND.

CHORUS :

LORD I CANT EVEN WALK

WITHOUT YOU HOLDING MY HAND

THE MOUNTAINS TOO HIGH THE VALLEYS TOO WIDE

DOWN ON MY KNEES I LEARNED TO STAND

BECAUSE I CANT EVEN WALK

WITHOUT YOU HOLDING MY HAND

I THINK THAT I`LL MAKE JESUS MY ALL

FROM NOW ON WHEN I`M IN TROUBLE

ON HIM I`LL CALL

IF I DONT TRUST HIM

I`D BE LESS THAN A MAN

BECAUSE I CANT EVEN WALK

WITHOUT YOU HOLDING MY HAND

How Long Has It Been?

How long has it been, since you talked to the Lord,
And told Him your heart's hidden secrets?
How long since you prayed,
How long since you stayed,
On your knees 'til the light shone through?

How long has it been since your mind felt at ease,
How long since your heart knew no burden?
Can you call Him your friend,
How long has it been,
Since you knew that He cared for you?

How long has it been since you knelt by your bed,
And prayed to the Lord up in Heaven?
How long since you knew,
That He'd answer you,
And would keep you the long night through?

How long has it been since you woke with the dawn,
And felt that the day's worth the living?
Can you call Him your friend,
How long has it been,
Since you knew that He cared for you?

How long has it been since you talked with the Lord,
And told Him your heart's hidden secrets?
How long since you prayed,
How long since you stayed,
On your knees 'til the light shone through?

How long has it been since you woke with the dawn,
And felt that the days' worth the living?
Can you call Him your friend?
How long has it been,
Since you knew that He cared for you?

This is one of my ALL time favorite songs,,
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The Lighthouse

There's a Light House on the hill side that overlooks life's sea,
And when I'm tossed it sends a light that I might clearly see,
And the light that shines in darkness will safely lead me home,
If it wasn't for the Light House, my ship would be no more.

I thank God for the Light House, I owe my life to Him,
For Jesus is the Light House, and from the rocks of sin,
He has shone His light around me that I might clearly see.
If it wasn't for the Light House, tell me where would this ship be?

Every body that lives around us, says tear that old Light House down.
The big ships don't sail this way anymore,
There's no need of it standing 'round,
Then my mind goes back to that stormy night,
When just in time I saw the light,
The light from that old Light House standing up there on the hill.

I thank God for the Light House, I owe my life to Him,
For Jesus is the Light House, and from the rocks of sin,
He has shone His light around me that I might clearly see.
If it wasn't for the Light House, tell me where would this ship be?

If it wasn't for the Light House, tell me where would this ship be.

Sometimes He Calms the Storm

All who sail the sea of faith
find out before too long
how quickly blue skies can grow dark
and gentle winds blow strong.
Suddenly fear is like white water
pounding on the soul.
Still we sail on knowing
that our Lord is is control.
Sometimes He calms the storm
with a whispered "Peace be still."
He can settle any sea,
but it doesn't mean He will.
Sometimes He holds us close
and lets the wind and waves go wild.
Sometimes He calms the storm,
and other times He calms His child.
He has a reason for each trial
that we pass through in life.
And though we're shaken
we cannot be pulled apart from Christ.
No matter how the driving rain beats down
on those who hold to faith,
a heart of trust will always
be a quiet peaceful place.
Sometimes He calms the storm
with a whispered "Peace be still."
He can settle any sea,
but it doesn't mean He will.
Sometimes He holds us close
and lets the wind and waves go wild.
Sometimes He calms the storm,
and other times He calms His child.

recorded by Scott Krippayne, written by Tony Wood & Kevin Stokes
-© 1995 BMG Songs, Inc.-

Lift Your Name On High!

Lord, I lift Your name on high;
Lord, I love to sing Your praises;
I'm so glad You're in my life;
I'm so glad You came to save us.

You came from Heaven to earth;
To show the way,
From the earth to the cross,
My debt to pay,
From the cross to the grave,
From the grave to the sky;
Lord, I lift Your name on high!

Lord, I lift Your name on high;
Lord, I love to sing Your praises;
I'm so glad You're in my life;
I'm so glad You came to save us.

You came from Heaven to earth;
To show the way,
From the earth to the cross,
My debt to pay,
From the cross to the grave,
From the grave to the sky;
Lord, I lift Your name on high!

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Go & Sin no More

I've sinned come on my knees, for I'm not worthy of Your love.
How could You die for me? Such grace could only come from God.

Oh Lord, You search and You know me, You see me inside out.
God, You alone can forgive me, erase my fear and my doubt.
Father You pick me up, I feel like a child in Your arms.
I don't deserve this love but I hear Your voice, Lord Jesus.

Chorus:
Go & sin no more
He said "I will not condemn you, I'll forgive and I'll forget it all"
Go & sin no more
"My child let me remind you, it is I who'll lead and guide you as you go"

You are my purpose...You are the reason that I live.
I want to be like You...Help me to love and to forgive.

God let me not be distracted, Lord help me focus on You.
Keep sin from ruling my life Lord, make me holy and pure.
Father You pick me up, I feel like a child in Your arms.
I don't deserve this love but I hear Your voice, Lord Jesus.

Chorus

Bridge
Wipe, wipe away
Take, take away
Break, break away
Fill my life, make it right,
Father help me, Father help me go.

Chorus

He said “I will not condemn you, no"
Go & sin no more
"My child let me remind you it is I who'll lead and guide you as you GO"

I've sinned come on my knees how could you die for me
You search my heart, know my thoughts
See me inside out and all throughout me
You alone can forgive me
You always pick me up, like a child in Your arms
I could stay with You forever here.

Dandelions - Five Iron Frenzy

In a field of yellow flowers,
underneath the sun,
bluest eyes that spark with lightning,
boy with shoes undone.
He is young, so full of hope,
reveling in tiny dreams,
filling up, his arms with flowers,
right for giving any queen.

Running to her beaming bright,
while cradling his prize.
A flickering of yellow light,
within his mother's eyes.
She holds them to her heart,
keeping them where they'll be safe,
clasped within her very marrow,
dandelions in a vase.

She sees love, where anyone else would see weeds.
all hope is found. Here is everything he needs.

Fathomless your endless mercy, weight I could not lift.
Where do I fit in this puzzle, what good are these gifts?
Not a martyr, or a saint,
scarcely can I struggle through.
All that I have ever wanted, was to give my best to you.

Lord, search my heart, create in me something clean.
Dandelions
you see flowers in these weeds.

Gently lifting hands to heaven,
softened by the sweetest hush,
a Father sings over his children,
loving them so very much.
More than words could warrant,
deeper than the darkest blue,
more than sacrifice could merit,
Lord, I give my heart to you.

(Habbakuk version*, words taken from Habbakuk 1:12, 2:20, 3:2, 3:17-
19)

O Lord, I have heard the telling of your fame:
Our God is an awesome God!.
I stand in awe and wonder at your deeds,
Our God is an awesome God!
Renew them in our day, in our time make them known
In your wrath remember to have mercy on your sons.
O Lord, are you not from everlasting God?
Our God is an awesome God!

Our God is an awesome God,
He reigns from heaven above,
With wisdom, power and love,
Our God is an awesome God

In his temple the Lord sits upon his holy throne
Our God is an awesome God!
Let all of the earth be silent before him!
Our God is an awesome God!
The Lord is sovereign and he is my strength,
He makes my feet like the feet of a deer,
He enables me to go on the heights of the land,
Our God is an awesome God!

Our God is an awesome God,
He reigns from heaven above,
With wisdom, power and love,
Our God is an awesome God

Though the fig-tree does not bud and no grapes are on the vine
Our God is an awesome God!
Though the olive crop fails and the fields produce no food,
Our God is an awesome God!
Though the sheep have gone a-missing from the pen
And there are no cattle in the stalls,
I will rejoice in God my Saviour, for
Our God is an awesome God!

*Habbakuk has many great texts for this song, as it has as its
theme "the righteous will walk by faith" (Hab 2;4). No matter what
life brings and what we do or don't understand, "Our God is an
awesome God!"

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Thanks To Calvary

Today, I went down to the place where I used to go
Today, I saw the same old crowd I knew before
And when they asked me what had happened, I tried to tell them
Thanks to Calvary, I don't come here anymore.

Thanks to Calvary I am not the man I used to be
Thanks to Calvary things are different than before
And as the tears ran down my face I tried to tell them
Thanks to Calvary, I don't live here anymore.

Then we went down to the house where we used to live
My little girl ran behind the door, like so many times before
And I said "Honey you don't need to be afraid,
you've got a new daddy now
And I said, "Hon never fear, you've got a new mommy here,
Thanks to Calvary we don't live here anymore.

Thanks to Calvary I am not the man I used to be
Thanks to Calvary things are different than before
And as the tears ran down my face I tried to tell them
Thanks to Calvary, we don't live here anymore.

Thanks to Calvary I am not the man I used to be
Thanks to Calvary things are different than before
And as the tears ran down my face I tried to tell them
Thanks to Calvary, I don't live here anymore.

http://www.alighthouse.com/calvary.htm (http://www.alighthouse.com/calvary.htm)

O Lord my God! when I in awesome wonder
consider all the works Thy hand hath made,
I see the stars, I hear the mighty thunder,
the power throughout the universe displayed;
Then sings my soul, my Saviour God to Thee,
how great Thou art, how great Thou art!
Then sings my soul, my Saviour God, to Thee,
how great Thou art, how great Thou art!

When through the woods and forest glades I wander
and hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees;
when I look down from lofty mountain grandeur,
and hear the brook, and feel the gentle breeze;
Then sings my soul ...

And when I think that God His Son not sparing,
sent Him to die - I scarce can take it in,
that on the cross my burden gladly bearing,
He bled and died to take away my sin:
Then sings my soul ...

When Christ shall come with shout of acclamation
and take me home - what joy shall fill my heart!
Then shall I bow in humble adoration
and there proclaim, my God, how great Thou art!
Then sings my soul ...

I keep falling in love with him
over and over, and over and over again
I keep falling in love with him
over and over, and over and over again
He gets sweeter and sweeter as the days go by
Oh what a love between my Lord and I
I keep falling with him
over and over, and over and over again.

When I first fell in love with Jesus
I gave him all my heart
I thought I couldn't love him more
Than I did right at the start
But when I look back over the mountains
And the valleys where we've been
It makes me know I love him so
much more than I did then.

I keep falling in love with him
over and over, and over and over again
I keep falling in love with him
over and over, and over and over again
He gets sweeter and sweeter as the days go by
Oh what a love between my Lord and I
I keep falling with him
over and over, and over and over again.

There's a hand that I hold on to
Through each valley and each trial
There's a shoulder that I lean upon
As I face yet another mile
There's a love that I can depend on
It's fresh and new each day
Now my heart is overflowing
That is why I say.

Oh bless the Lord my soul
His praise to thee proclaimed
And all that is within me join
To bless His holy name
Oh yeah
Oh bless the Lord my soul
His mercies bear in mind
Forget not all His benefits
The Lord to thee is kind

He will not always chide
He will with patience wait
His wrath is ever slow
To rise
Oh bless the Lord
And ready to abate
And ready to abate
Oh yeah!
Oh bless the lord
Bless the lord my soul
Oh bless the lord my soul!

He pardons all thy sins
Prolongs thy feeble breath
He heals thine infirmities
And ransoms thee from death

He clothes thee with his love
Upholds thee with his truth
And like an eagle he renews
The vigor of thy youth

And bless His holy name
Whose grace hath made thee whole
Whose love and kindness crowns
Thy days
Oh bless the lord
Bless the lord my soul
Oh bless the lord my soul!

Bless the lord my soul
Oh bless the lord my soul!
Bless the lord my soul
Oh bless the lord my soul!
Bless the lord, bless the lord
My soul!
Bless the lord my soul!

One of my favs:
Kenny Loggins
Danny's Song

People smile and tell me I'm the lucky one, and we've just begun,
Think I'm gonna have a son.
He will be like she and me, as free as a dove, conceived in love,
Sun is gonna shine above.

Chorus:
And even though we ain't got money, I'm so in love with ya honey,
And everything will bring a chain of love.
And in the morning when I rise, you bring a tear of joy to my eyes,
And tell me everything is gonna be alright.

Seems as though a month ago I beta chi, never got high,
Oh, I was a sorry guy.
And now a smile, a face, a girl that shares my name,
Now I'm through with the game, this boy will never be the same.

(To chorus:)
Pisces, Virgo rising is a very good sign, strong and kind,
And the little boy is mine.
Now I see a family where there once was none, now we've just begun,
Yeah, we're gonna fly to the sun.

(To chorus:)

Love the girl who holds the world in a paper cup, drink it up,
Love her and she'll bring you luck.
And if you find she helps your mind, buddy, take her home,
Don't you live alone, try to earn what lovers own.

(To chorus:)

The Joyfulest Noise
By Ed Price
©2001 Ed Price
When I was a boy, and our family attended Bethany Methodist Church in Pine Orchard, Maryland, there was one elderly woman in the congregation who always sang the hymns louder than anyone else. Unfortunately, she couldn't carry a tune to the grocery store. But Mrs. Murphy was so saturated with the Spirit that she didn't care what people thought of her singing. She was praising God, and that was all that mattered.

But there were others in the congregation that did care about Mrs. Murphy's loud singing. They told the preacher that the woman distracted them. They couldn't hear themselves sing a tune. One member of the congregation even went so far as to suggest that the preacher talk to the woman and ask her to tone it down a bit.

The preacher thought about this. He prayed about it.

The next Sunday, the preacher strode to the pulpit. We had just sung "Holy, Holy, Holy" and, as usual, Mrs. Murphy had drowned out everyone with her lusty, off-key rendering.

Our preacher paused for a moment and regarded the congregation with steely eyes. A smile curled the corners of his mouth. Then he said, "I have an important announcement to make. It's about the hymn singing in this church."

He paused again for effect as members of the congregation looked at each other in anticipation. The preacher leaned across the pulpit and continued. "I've noticed that the singing around here is pretty anemic -- more mumbling than singing. It's a wonder that God doesn't have to cup His ear to hear you. So I've made a decision. What we need is a song leader with gusto and I think that I have just the person for the job."

He paused again. Now the anticipation of the congregation had turned to expectation. The members agreed with the preacher. They were long overdue for a real song leader. Maybe, they thought, such a person might curb Mrs. Murphy's ill-advised attempts at melody.

"The person that I have chosen," the preacher continued, "is Mrs. Doris Murphy." He held out his hand. "Stand up, Mrs. Murphy, so that everyone can see you." Then he grinned. "They've already heard you."

Mrs. Murphy slowly stood, a broad smile lighting up her old wrinkled face. "Thank you, Pastor," she said. Then she looked over the stunned congregation. "I hope I can help you all sing louder praises to our blessed Lord. I know that some of you have cats who can howl better than I can sing, but that don't matter none. I reckon from now on I'm goin' to holler as loud as I can in front of you. So if you're not likin' the joyful noise that I'm a-makin', you should try to drown me out. Then maybe God won't have to turn up his hearin' aid to hear us a-singin'."

For several years after, Mrs. Murphy led the singing in our church. And many of the congregation took her at her word. They really did try to drown her out. But, as the Lord could not help but notice, they never quite succeeded.

Sing aloud unto God our strength: make a joyful noise unto the God of Jacob. (Psalm 81:1 KJV)

Here Pause, My Soul!
"Review of my Pilgrimage".

Here pause my soul! And hither stay
To trace the wonders of the way
Through which I here on earth have trod,
Upheld and guided by my God!

Long time I lived, a child of sin,
What was my shame I gloried in,
Lies were my refuge and my trust,
My thoughts corrupt, a slave to lust.

Quite dead to all both wise and good,
An enemy to God I stood;
And Satan's ways I loved right well,
And blindly walked the way to hell.

So blind, so ignorant, so base,
I walked the hellward way apace,
While Satan oft his lies would tell,
And say, At last all will be well.

And when conviction fierce and strong
Would rise and tell me I was wrong;
Think not on this, would Satan say,
But leave it till another day.

'Tis time enough when older grown,
Whilst young leave all these things alone;
'Twill rob thee of thy peace an joy,
And all thy happiness destroy.

And oh! So blinded were my eyes
I took for truth all Satan's lies,
And bid my conscience be at ease
And cease henceforth my soul to tease.

But oh! When thus so far away
Infinite wisdom watched my way,
Upheld me when I stumbling fell
Well nigh the open jaws of hell.

Linked by that chain so closely wove,
The chain of everlasting love;
Though Satan tried, he tried in vain,
He ne'er could break that mighty chain.

This love mocked Satan's every scheme
By which he tried my soul to win,
Till last it entered deep my heart
And bade me Satan's ways depart.

Then what a change had taken place!
My heart was won by sovereign grace;
With open eyes I soon perceived
By Satan's lies I'd been deceived.

Neither was this alone the change,
Another thing to me seemed strange;
Satan, who feigned my friend before,
Began like thunder loud to roar.

Told me I'd gone so far in sin,
That Jesus would not take me in;
The door was shut, it was too late,
Nothing but hell could be my fate.

I said, This came not from above,
I cannot doubt my Saviour's love,
He would not lead me thus to see,
Had He not mercy stored for me.

* * * * * * *

From every foe He have me rest,
I sweetly nestled on His breast;
My peace did like a river flow,
'Twas heaven on earth while here below.

Thus on I went from day to day,
No thought or wish on earth to stay,
Waiting for Him to call me home,
To sit with Him upon His throne.

Oh! How I longed His face to see,
Who had in mercy rescued me
From wrath and tribulation's hour,
From hell and death and Satan's power.

And from that happy blissful hour,
The things of earth had lost their power;
Christ filled the vision of my soul,
And did my every thought control.

He was my theme, my joy, my song,
As day by day I passed along;
And more of Him I longed to know,
And more like Him I longed to grow.

All else I'd count but dung and dross,
And glory only in the cross;
All its offence I'd willing bear,
And joyfully its shame would wear.

Henceforth, my Lord would ever be
Power and strength to helpless me;
In Him alone I would possess
My wisdom and my righteousness.

My new-found joy could not be bound,
I spoke of Him to all around,
And longed that they might sharers be
Of that rich grace bestowed on me.

Gloria

from "Watermark"

I wish I could crash like the waves

Or turn like the autumn leaves

In effort to praise You

I wish I could smell like the forest

The fragrance lifting a mighty chorus

In effort to praise You

In effort to praise You

Chorus:

But I’m such a limited creature

And my word can only paint so many pictures

But somewhere I think I read that I am

Treasured over all creation

So I know that I must try

I wish I could roll like the thunder

To leave the earth below in wonder

In effort to praise You

I wish I could fall like the summer rain

And every drop would sing Your name

In effort to praise You

In effort to praise You

Every breath that I breathe

Every moment in my history

Is an effort to praise You

An effort to praise You

When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

It is well, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.

It is well, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!
My sin, not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!

It is well, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live:
If Jordan above me shall roll,
No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life
Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.

It is well, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

But, Lord, ‘tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait,
The sky, not the grave, is our goal;
Oh trump of the angel! Oh voice of the Lord!
Blessèd hope, blessèd rest of my soul!

It is well, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
Even so, it is well with my soul.

It is well, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

Words: Horatio G. Spafford, 1873.
Music: Philip P. Bliss, 1876.

Quote from: Tibby on February 15, 2004, 07:24:20 PM

Anyone ever heard Spafford's story? What was going on when he wrote that song?

I had never heard the story behind that song, thank you Tibby for noting that, what wonderful faith the author had, very humbling!

"Spafford's wife, Anna Lawson Spafford, and their four daughters-Maggie, Tanetta, Annie, and Bessie-boarded an American ship named the S.S. Ville du Havre. Detained due to business, Mr. Spafford stayed behind but intended to follow his family in a few days.
On November 22, 1873, the S.S. Ville du Havre, sailing off the coast of Newfoundland, was struck by an English ship, the Lochearn. The Ville du Havre sank in twelve minutes. Two hundred and twenty-six lives were lost, including the Spaffords' four daughters. After hours of floating in the turbulent waters, Mrs. Spafford was rescued. Arriving in Wales, she cabled her husband with the message, "Saved alone."
Receiving the horrifying news, Spafford left immediately to join his wife. He asked the captain of the ship on which he was sailing to notify him when they approached the approximate area where the Ville du Havre went down. Notified that the area was near, Spafford went down into his cabin, and near the scene of his daughters' tragic deaths, penned the words of "When Peace Like a River," better known today as "It is Well with My Soul." The hymn refers to Romans 5:8, "But God demonstrates His own love toward us, in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us."

May It Be Well With Your Soul

by Perry G. Brackin

In this world it may not take one long to realize that problems and tragedies can appear on the scene rather unexpectedly. Suddenly and surprisingly, serious questions about God's presence and loving care can plague the mind. A Christian character is not revealed necessarily by the lack of nor quantity of problems or unfortunate circumstances which come (historical example and present experience illustrate that Christians are not immune).

Definitely, one's faith is challenged when terrible things happen. When one's world is shattered by sickness, death, broken relationships, or persecutions, the absence of answers can shake the foundations of the soul. The magnificent motifs of divine provision and protection which once adorned the corridors of the mind can suddenly appear defaced. Where is God? Where is his glory? Where is the good in all of this?

During this writer's personal struggles for answers and the return of the joyful heart, the silence became more endurable by listening to the saints behind and around him; by looking to the Son above him; and by learning from the Scroll before him. Some of the most wonderful inspiration came from hearing echoes of distant voices over their own unfortunate tragedies and letting their reverberations resonate in the soul.

The Spaffords returned to the United States and resumed their lives only to suffer further sorrow. In 1880, Scarlet Fever took the life of their only son. Receiving little sympathy from their friends upon his death, Mr. and Mrs. Spafford decided to move to Israel. In 1881, the Spafford couple along with two small daughters who had been born in the later 1870's moved to Jerusalem. There they were involved in an American colony which offered medical and spiritual help. Their ministry was fruitful, especially among the Arab communities. One of their daughters, Bertha was only three at this time. She was particularly creative and courageous. She lived a long active life in Israel, was known as a gifted writer and artist, and recorded the story of her father's trials and triumphs in a book titled Our Jerusalem.

Horatio Gates Spafford died in 1888 and was buried in the Protestant Cemetery on Mt. Zion. His soul was now at rest with the Lord, yet his misfortune had not ended. In one of the later wars between Israel and her Arab neighbors, angry Arab soldiers who were occupying Mt. Zion emptied some of the graves of the Protestant Cemetery. Thinking the graves were Jewish, they threw the remains into the Hinnon Valley below (New Testament Gehenna Valley). One of those graves belonged to Mr. Spafford. Ironically, thousands of Arab inhabitants of Jerusalem and the surrounding areas had been helped by the Spaffords and the Spafford Memorial Children's Hospital throughout the years.

When the war was over, the skeletal remains were placed back into the cemetery. An inability to identify the remains, however, resulted in a common grave for approximately six people. Today, if one walks outside the old city walls to the right of the Joppa Gate, up to the entrance of the Jerusalem University College, proceeds upon admittance through the courtyard to the Protestant Cemetery, a tall granite gravestone containing several names can be seen on the right just inside the cemetery. Horatio Gates Spafford's name is at the top of the list. Many folks have paused within this garden cemetery to remember the faith of Horatio Gates Spafford who suffered such disastrous circumstances, but whose life counted for God and others in spite of it all, because it was well with his soul.

May your heart receive new strength as you meditate upon the Lord of glory and learn from the tragic story of "It Is Well With My Soul."

This song has touched me more then i can ever even say, Its a Jeff and Sherri Easter song., sorry i dont know the actual album its on but its so woirth getting It has helped me thru many a trial.. music is one of the many ways God uses to touch us in times of trials and heartaches ect, I hope it blesses yous like it has for me,
God Bless
Love Tigerlily

When you're up against a wall,
And your mountain seems so tall,
And you realize that life's not always fair,
You can run away and hide,
Let the old man decide,
Or you can change your circumstances
With a prayer.

When everything falls apart,
Praise His name,
When you have a broken heart,
Raise your hands and say,
"Lord, You're all I need;
You're everything to me."
And He'll take the pain away.
When it seems you're all alone,
Praise His name.
When you feel you can't go on,
Just raise your hands and say,
"Greater is He that is in me."
You can praise the hurt away
If you'll just praise His name.

You can overcome by the blood of the Lamb
And by the word of your testimony.
You'll see the darkness go
As our faith begins to grow.
You're not alone,
So how can you be lonely?

When everything falls apart,
Praise His name.
When you have a broken heart,
Raise your hands and say,
"Lord you're all I need;
You're everything to me."
And He'll take the pain away,
When it seems you're all alone,
Praise His name.
When you feel you can't go on,
Just raise your hands and say,
"Greater is He that is in me."
You can praise the hurt away.
"Greater is He that is in me."
YOu can praise the hurt away.
If you'll just praise His name.

This Blood's For You

By Carman

Violently they grabbed His arms as they tightly strapped each wrist. With the hellish looks that a strong armed soldier whip clenched in his fist. Laced with chips of bone they beat Him hard from his shoulders to His feet. And it sliced right through His olive skin just like razors through a sheet.

Countless times the blood splattered as each inhuman lash was given. Several times His knees gave way as His flesh just hung like ribbons. Then surprisingly He turned His head though the words He used were few. The soldier's face turned pale when He said "This blood is for you."

Uncaringly they tossed a garment across His weakened form. And His blood pressure fell deathly low as the crowds began to swarm. They forced Him to carry His cross uphill as His face they punched and smacked. As the splinters from the crisscrossed beam dug deep into His back.

Through lack of sleep and dehydration His tongue began to swell. And weakened by His loss of blood, this Prophet, Teacher fell. When He did, some blood splattered on a man named Simon's shoe. And as He bent to wipe it off, the Prophet said, "Simon, this blood is for you."

Chorus: This blood can save the soul, heal the sick, mend the heart. This blood can give you access to the very Throne of God. And it still can go the distance through the pain to where you are. This blood is for you---- THE BLOOD OF THE LAMB.

Then they pounded a spike through His wrist, bursting arteries and veins. As they dropped the cross in the hole they dug, His body convulsed with pain. Through an agony and torment that never a soul shall find, He tilts His face towards heaven with full control of His Mind. With more love than any human heard before that time or since, He made a statement that to this day makes the strongest skeptic wince. He cried, "Father God, forgive them for they know not what they do." And as He gave His life for those lost in sin, He was saying, "This blood is for you."

Chorus: And this blood can save the soul, heal the sick, mend the heart. This blood can give you access to the very Throne of God. And it still can go the distance through the pain to where you are. This blood is for you, if you're lost and alone and your mind is confused,

This Blood is For You

If you feel like you have been hurt and abused

THIS BLOOD IS FOR YOU!

The ATONING, CLEANSING, Blood of the Lamb!

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