Matthew Nineteen:Fourteen

Let the children be brought to the Lord;
Let them be taught the power of His Word.
He longs to pray
That they would stay;
He wants to lay
His annointing on them.

He is my Shepherd;
He knows my name;
He shows me His staff;
I'm comforted, He came.
A sheep gone astray,
Return me today
To the fold full of joy.

I'm astonished, astonished by Your love for me,
By the joy You've prepared for Your eyes to see,
For of such children the kingdom is made;
The Son of Man came, the lost to save.

World-weary and wounded, He stays me, I rest;
I clasp His hand tightly; my tears wet His breast.
He lays His hand open;
His scars have spoken;
Oh, He was broken
And wounded for me.

"Let nothing hold you, My child, I'm here;
In My arms I'll fold you and dry your tears."
He's made me His pleasure;
He is my treasure;
There is no measure
For my Lord's love for me.

I'm astonished, astonished by Your love for me,
By the joy You've prepared for Your eyes to see,
For of such children the kingdom is made;
The Son of Man came, the lost to save.

Author: Carolyn Roehrig

PSALM NINETY-THREE

The Lord reigns on high;
He is clothed with majesty,
Robed with power and
Wrapped in light.

The Lord reigns on high;
His throne is established,
Rejoice in gladness,
He governs with might.

For though earthly floods dare to lift up their voice,
The Lord's might is higher and drowns out their noise.
And though waves and breakers roar and roll,
The wind of God's breath blows all over my soul!

Oh, come let us shout.
Come let us sing.
Come! Let us come to the throne of the King!

The King's reign is true;
His judgements are just;
Give glory and strength to the
One who is righteous.

Come into His courts;
With the righteous rejoice;
"His wonders are wondrous!"
Declare with one voice.

For though earthly floods dare to lift up their voice,
The Lord's might is higher and drowns out their noise.
And though waves and breakers roar and roll,
The wind of God's breath blows all over my soul!

Oh, come let us shout.
Come let us sing.
Come! Let us come to the throne of the King!

The Savior is strong;
The Savior is holy;
His name is the song of
His life given for me.

Proclaim His salvation
To every nation, then
Worship the Lord,
Exalted, above all.

For though earthly floods dare to lift up their voice,
The Lord's might is higher and drowns out their noise.
And though waves and breakers roar and roll,
The wind of God's breath blows all over my soul!

Oh, come let us shout.
Come let us sing.
Come! Let us come to the throne of the King!

Author: Carolyn Roehrig