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Painting the Wall

	Show me the place I said to Him Then I shall go with brush in hand Choose the color and it is done For on Your Word will I stand   Think I should know if you tell For surely it would be the right There is no time that would be wrong Whether light of day or dark of night   Not a plan that man could draw But yet a sure promise from you And this paint will do the job As only Your Word can do   With brush in hand I stoke at your command Across the wall that man has made With this crimson red as you say The way that you have laid   Yes in the wall a door to paint In the Precious Blood of the Lamb Was from the beginning to be His Will Salvation to give by the Great I Am
Paper Wings
	If I could make you once my own To be a creation of mine I’d carefully draw with the pencil of love Each and every line Would be so much for all to behold And stand with breathless array While I stood proud for what I had done In making you that way Yes, an angel my very own To stay right here by me stand Whither I go, you would go Walking through life hand in hand And so in my wisdom to make The finishing touches on that day On your sides I’d put paper wings So from me you can’t fly away

Passing This Way

Tarry not to come this way My soul for you does need And stand beside me now I pray While upon Your Word I feed Promises of love divine Beyond what man does know In all that is said and done Your Love Your Word will show Come now quickly I say To you my heart’s desire The one and only thing I need That sets my soul on fire Down the road of life I go And this one thing I must No matter what I face in life On your blessed word to trust Yes I’ll speak my heart to you For each and everyday I welcome you with open arms Each time you pass this way

Pitcher of Water

Bring me that pitcher of water Look inside to see its face Is this one you should know And what brought it to this place I’ll look closely in wet eyes And see what did cause these tears Was words heard hard upon Was driven by doubt or fear Not as clear as I would like For seems much more to see What lies within this face’s heart The face that belongs to me I am, I am, I know I am All He promised my soul For from within to change about To make me free and whole His Life, His Soul, His Precious Blood Was given on an Old Rugged Tree And by the Spirit of God to rise That I by faith can live eternally

Picture You Love

How would you paint your life The brush is given to you The world is your canvas board With your heart what will you do Is a choice to make ourselves In hope of painting it true That would make one want to buy Your life is what you do Each day is a different stroke To this picture of life to add Can you look upon and feel To make one’s soul glad Not just an unplanned flight His Spirit can guide your hand And paint this picture of your life If on His Word you stand So what you leave behind in life To reach that home above Can you say the truth be known They all would picture you love

Place I Found in Him
	Have I not seen the path of a traveler Winding through hearts of clay Was a road of broken dreams And that of lives changed Have I not looked into the eyes of a fool And saw deep places of sorrow Slipping silently into the hearts of man Yet the reflection of life came near Have I not seen one grown wise Much earlier than his days would say And not deserved or earned But was established by a Man of Love Have I not seen the end of my days Though in truth they never end For this walk I have walked here Leads me to the place I found in Him
Place of Peace
	Hesitate not, but take me in the morning To the place my soul desires to be Where I shall know Him in His Love And that the things He knows in me Then shall my heart be rid of wrong And know the joy forgiveness will bring And the sorrow that took hold of my soul Will be changed to Love’s Song I shall sing Early I will find this place not to wait Searching for the thing those gone before Found in the valley of tears they shed Striving hard to find Life’s Door Shed these garments placed on me By a life of shame and sin His Blood to wash my soul clean And His Peace to put within

Placed in My Heart

I’ll look again and try to see I know I left it there I placed it carefully in my heart To forget I shall not dare For this Word came to me When in my time of need His Promise came placed within To be fulfilled indeed Once again this Precious Word Would bring me softly out From this burden upon my soul My victory comes with a shout Oh His Word placed in my heart By His Spirit within to grow Always bearing wonderful seed Its worth I’ll always know Never leaving though darkness try To cover the Light within For the Word of His Holy Blood Has cleansed me from my sin

Plain and Simple Man

I saw a plain and simple man As he walked slowly by I wondered if in all his life He said one day I'll die Had he taken to time to think Of what would lie ahead Of what things he had to face Down to the things he'd said I venture now to think myself A simple one as I Should take the time to know my Lord Before the day I die I can say is true for all That He came to save To remove from each of us The uncertainty of the grave The searching heart in each of us To find what went away When sin entered into man's life On Adam's dark and shameful day And our Father in all His Love Said I can still forgive He sent His Son to shed His Blood So we once again can live

Poetry's Finest Hour

Write ole pen for life to hope And bring me what I need The words that join hand in hand To reach my heart indeed Comes from a place I cannot see But yet I know is real Blown to my mind by winds From God's own mouth I feel Deeper, deeper, no place that hides From these words that cover me I can't contain these lines I read How lovely a poem can be Flowing down a wooden cross Each word is crimson read Written before the start of time As true as the Father said And in this poem now written For words there was no loss 'Twas poetry's finest hour Love's story written on a cross

Praise to Him

Praise to Him with voices raised The Lamb worthy to be praised In His Presence desire to be Behold His Face eternally Abba Father I look above And look into your Eyes of Love More of You this I pray Yes to praise You everyday My debt of sin paid for me For my soul life eternally Higher to that Place of Rest For me You gave Your Very Best Can’t describe by words of man If need be done then He can Praise alone to the Holy Lamb Son of The Great I Am This I choose to praise Him now And before His Throne to bow When the lights of life grow dim All the praise belongs to Him

Praise Took Me There

The place I needed to go Before His Throne to bow In desperate cries to find I must make it somehow Finding a way to see Before this burden to bear And carry it to Him still This place I do know where But my mind away to move To keep me out of this place I must keep pressing on Until I see His face So thanking Him now I begin Though in a time of despair For to His Throne I did go It was praise that took me there

Preparing the Room

They prepared the room without thought Each chair set carefully in place As an angel maybe to show The things this room would embrace Seemed simple enough yes to prepare Maybe for this final feast Only knowing for obedience to do That this they did was the least Then word came the time is now Show the room you prepared For the Master is coming today To enter the room you have shared Thirteen men around a table that day As later would be understood With hands upon that would betray Thought evil to win over good Yet He brake the bread to bless For each one His Body to give And with blessing the wine He took His Blood given that we might live

Purpose of the Wine

The purpose of the wine was known It was made very best It had come forth above all So much greater than the rest In none could be found its flavor Its taste beyond what we know Filling and holding its drinkers Within their lives it did flow And lifting it higher and higher A heart taken here to above And changed to be as its Masters Covered within, without by His Love Yes this wine we know is His Spirit And taking it in everyday Is surely life’s truest meaning And changing to Spirit from clay

Put a Handle on Things

How yet can I find these things In life that pass me by Are these things for others still That I can’t grasp though I try I’ve seen them so close at hand As almost they were mine But them in alluding ways They slip away unkind Was there a thing to put on life To help me find it’s ways To gather in the best of things With peace to live my days I know the voice that calls me near To tell me of all things To give direction that’s gone away Into my heart life brings For the Lord is such a one to show When His Spirit in me rings He showed me how in all my life How to put a handle on things