God Holds the Pen

God holds the pen because He holds my heart. 

The words that He writes are Master "Pieces of Art". 

He writes my story and as He writes along,.. 

God holds the pen and I sing along.

I sing of LOVE; created of old. 

Born in the heart of every soul. 

He writes forgiveness, He writes of grace, 

 In living colors, His love I can trace. 

With just a small word the heavens were born. 

One cold winters night: the angels adorned... 

A tiny babe with heralded song, 

"Sing Hallelujah!..The Savior is Born! 

He wrote our redemption on Calvary's brow. 

To those who receive it; who humbly bow. 

I can remember the day He wrote mine, 

 As I knelt at the altar, He changed my life. 

God holds the pen, because He holds my heart. 

For many years now, He has written my part. 

As I follow him daily; testifying that Jesus is Lord, 

God still writes the song as I obey His word. 

God holds the pen; one day our song will be sung. 

Our days will be over; our race will be run. 

He'll write the last chapter with love in His heart, 

And just beyond Jordan, our "new song" will start. 

Now friend are you needing redemption today? 

Just give Him your pen and his love will display. 

The colors of freedom from death, hell and the grave. 

You'll join in the singing with those who are saved.

12/3/23

8:00 pm

Res

"I Cried"

I reached to touch the hem of your garment; to find healing in your wings.

I cried aloud, "Son of David! Have mercy upon me." 

I waded through deep waters of torment in the night, scraping sores from my rotting body with no help in sight.

I went down into the river obeying your command. 

I walked through desert places: darkness was my closest friend. 

My blinded eyes begged open, "I need to see the Son!" 

My broken limbs would not carry me, to the Holy One. 

I cried out in the darkness, I cried out from the streets.

I cried out from the Temple, I cried for sweet release. 

I cried out from the multitude, my voice whispered in the wind. 

I cried out from the deep only to be broken once again. 

I cried, I cried, 

I cried out, I cried...

I cried and I cried but each time I woke I felt a little more of me had died. 

When at last, I lay there weeping upon my tear stained bed... 

Hopelessness surrounded me as pain tore at my head. 

A sweet fragrance gently filled the room and drove the war away.

A tender voice, a familiar song... as He began to say

Arise up my beloved ! Your cries have reached my throne. 

Take up your bed and walk on now, for I have made you whole.

The issues now are settled, the debt for sin was paid. 

No longer will you lay here; groaning life away.

I've walked through all these places that have tormented day and night. 

I walked up a rugged hill and gave for you my life. 

No more shall you be weary, from a life of pain and woe. 

No longer will you stand weeping, for I have made you whole. 

"You are whole!