Prayer: Give Me One Word!

Father, when my life on earth is at its end

Give me one word on which my last breath I'll spend

Let that one word be the call of victory

"Jesus, My Lord! I come! Receive me!

If I may some soul encounter today

Listing from sin and living in decay

Lord, a kind word to this soul let me say

"Come unto Jesus

For He is the Light of Life on this benighted way!"

Let me, Dear Lord, a pattern of my Jesus display

Give me the strength to hold life's vanities in contempt

Grant me a heart like my Master's heart

And let me never from His right paths depart!

And, Lord, let this, my heart, be a residence fit

Beautiful, and bright, and shining with godly light

Let this heart-home be worthy of The King

And may it contain a voice to bless My King above anything!

AMEN.

The Gauntlet

I know that I'm throwing down a gauntlet

In that Old Satan's evil face

But there is nothing that he can do to me

For Jesus Christ stood up in my place!

Satan did his best to destroy me

He left no avenue untouched

He tried to maim, to break down, evil kill me

He thought he had me in his clutch!

But then one day I met Sweet Jesus

The King of whose I am

The Savior, my Lord, my Redeemer

For whose sin He left Heaven above, and came down.

To defeat Satan, Jesus had to die a death that was shameful

Jesus had to bear all the sin and the shame

Of the whole world, yesterday, today and tomorrow

He had to sleep in the cold, dank, ground!

But victory of victories

At sunrise, Jesus Christ arose the first day

And ascended, triumphant, unto The Father

Such a glorious day! Great day!

So, Satan, do what you know you want to

You have no part in this regenerated child

Who believes in, and holds on, to her Master

You know, Jesus, The Christ, crucified

Who paid my price - I stand a champion

Who died that I can now live

Get thee behind me, you Liar, you Hypocrite, you Murderer

Jesus Christ already crushed your wicked head!

Glory! Oh Glory! Hallelujah!

Come, My Lord! Come, Angel Band!

Come, wing me to my home up in glory!

For I earned me, through Christ's blood, my bona fides!

Lies Have Been Told!

Lies have been told
And I believed many
That our God was cold
And didn't give a half-penny
For our sordid lives
Filled with wars and with strife
Nor children dying before they’d seen life!

'Twas often I heard
What kind of God he
Who let daddies die
Before ever seeing baby
Or Mommy so sad
At being left behind
Turning on the ignition
And waiting for to die?

Oh, Father, there was a time when
I, too, wondered how
You could see such sorrow
And not correct it and disavow
Your hand in the occurrence
Your assent to despair
Your ignoring the hurting
The hearts filled with cares?

But one day with gladness
I finally saw the truth
Of how that Old Satan
Was stirring the stew
Of half-truth, dissembling,
Out-right lies and fabricates
Fooling man into believing
That You were cut-bait!

I read in the Bible
The Truth of the matter
That Satan, The Liar
The Trier, The Fire
Will do anything
To destroy what Jesus’ blood
Had covered in the cleansing flood!

Take Job for example
A righteous man, he
Who gave of his blessings
To secure so many!
Yet, Satan, in distaste
For this Man’s clear soul
Sought permission from Our Lord
To cause Job to leave hold
Of the Sanctuary of Safety
Because God’s hedgerow had holes!

But, Job, a true believer
Faithful, e'en kind he, and true
To the High Calling that is ours
Through eyes that were faithful
Never uttered those dread words of denial!

He lifted clear eyes to heaven
His voice he loudly raised
And uttered undeniable
And glorious praise!
Which words now for eons
Have caused Saints to hold on to
The Savior, for hope in the Beyond:
"I know  my Redeemer liveth
I know He shall stand
The latter day is coming
Upon earth He will stand
Though worms may eat me
I know I will see
My God, the Eternal
In this flesh, yes, I'll see!"

So don’t be discouraged
When sorrow and strife come
When sadness and suffering
When your life’s in the can
The God of the Mountain
The Lord of the Light
Has victories most precious
For those who endure the fight!

Let not the Evil One sway you
Don’t utter foul words
Of  denial of the Master
Don’t give Satan the last word!

We have won the victory
Our bodies they may burn
But our souls belong to our God
For in this Word we learn:

"That GOD so loved the world
That He with gladness gave
His Son, only begotten
That we might be saved."

The trials may be fiery
The darts may be fierce
Our hearts they may pierce through
But our souls they can’t stave!

Lift high, then, His banner
Sing loud the victor’s song
Jesus, the Savior
Will soon be coming down
To claim - for Himself - the faithful
The steadfast, the true
Those who for the Promise
Black doings went through!

He comes with all dispatch
The sky breaking through
The Angels are the escort
He is coming for me and you
Who held on for Christ’s life
A crown of glory to share
With all the blessed throng
To whom white robes do belong!

Sing praise through the storm

Sing praise through the fire

Sing praise to our Jesus

For Satan is ever a liar!