The Sound of Praise

I hear the sound of praise for the One

Whose breath rustles the tops of the trees;

I hear the sound of praise for the One

Whose whispers hum low through the earth;

I hear the sound of praise for the One

Whose laughter flows through the streams.

I hear the sound of praise for the One

Whose glad-hearted joy is the song of the birds;

He treads across the sky above

And the clouds are the footprints He leaves;

He spreads His peace, pure as a dove

And the wind is the rush of His wings.

I see the presence of the Savior

Whose crimson glow stains the morning sky;

I see the presence of the Savior

Whose shimmering stars watch me sleep;

I see the presence of the Savior

Whose silent rainbow promises life;

I see the presence of the Savior

Whose arrows of lightening are fighting for me.

He treads across the sky above

And the clouds are the footprints He leaves;

He spreads His peace, pure as a dove

And the wind is the rush of His wings.

Author: Carolyn Roehrig

There is a Miracle

Who spoke the light from the dark?

Who pulled dry land from the waters?

Who named the morning and eve

And called forth life and seed?

Who set the lights in the sky?

Who let them be for seasons and signs?

Who blessed the oceans and sky

And land, “Increase and multiply”?

God made creation that we,

When in the darkest of times, His star light might see.

When the world around is drowning at sea,

He puts solid ground under our feet.

There is a miracle,

The Word of hope for the hurting world.

All of creation is waiting to be

Set free, set free into God’s glory.

Who spoke with His Spirit and Son?

Who formed all peoples and nations?

Who knew the end from the start

And poured love from His heart?

Who comforts with mercies tender?

Who sings, “I am Defender!”?

Who gathers together the outcasts to heal them

And, Oh, Who binds up the broken?

God made creation that we,

When in the darkest of times, His star light might see.

When the world around is drowning at sea,

He puts solid ground under our feet.

There is a miracle,

The Word of hope for the hurting world.

All of creation is waiting to be

Set free, set free into God’s glory.

Lord of salvation!

Spirit of revelation!

Father of freedom!

“Come, Redeemer, come!”

Author: Carolyn Roehrig

Again I Need

Tell me again,

Again I need to hear,

How that You bled and died and cried out,

“It’s finished!” for all to hear.

Tell me again,

Again I need to know,

How that my sins are forgiven, I live

Because You rose.

You rose!  Jesus, You rose!

There’s no victory down in the grave;

Death cannot hold me

Because You told me

For my sin, Your life You gave.

Show me again,

Again I need to see,

How by Your light I may come when You call,

“Follow Me!”

Show me again,

Again I need Your eyes,

To see who I am, redeemed I stand,

Reconciled!

Reconciled!  Reconciled!

There’s no victory down in the grave;

Death cannot hold me

Because You told me

For my sin, Your life You gave.

Remind me again,

Again I need to think right,

So when doubt assails, faith prevails

To believe You’re the Truth, Way and Life.

Remind me again,

Again I need Your Word,

So I may rejoice when I hear Your voice say,

“Beloved, of My love be assured!”

Be assured!  Be assured!

There’s no victory down in the grave;

Death cannot hold me

Because You told me

For my sin, Your life You gave.

Author: Carolyn Roehrig