Sunday, March 24, 2019
Sunday, March 17, 2019
I'd like the memory of me to be a happy one.
I'd like to leave an afterglow of smiles when life is done.
I'd like to leave an echo whispering softly down the ways,
Of happy times and laughing times and bright and sunny days.
I'd like the tears of those who grieve, to dry before the sun;
Of happy memories that I leave when life is done
Where Jesus bled and died for me.
I see His wounds, His hands, His feet.
My Savior on that cursed tree
They laid Him down in Joseph's tomb.
The entrance sealed by heavy stone
Messiah still and all alone
O praise His name forever more
For endless days we will sing Your praise
Oh Lord, oh Lord our God
Sunday, March 10, 2019
Sunday, March 03, 2019
Sunday, February 24, 2019
Saturday, February 16, 2019
Sunday, February 10, 2019
Sunday, February 03, 2019
(EBC, The MEETing Place)
He is my light, my strength, my song;
This cornerstone, this solid ground,
Firm through the fiercest drought and storm.
What heights of love, what depths of peace,
When fears are stilled, when strivings cease!
My comforter, my all in all—