Keep your eye on the Cross, where mercy was shown, Where the weight of our sins was carried alone. Not in anger, not wrath, but love pure and true He cried, “Forgive them, they know not what they do.”
Two hung beside Him, each facing the end, One mocked with pride, one called Him a Friend. With trembling voice and soul laid bare, A thief found grace hanging right there.
No time for good deeds, no long, righteous way, Yet Jesus declared, “You’ll be with Me today.” No works, no robe, no claim to defend Just faith in the Savior, and love without end.
But ponder this truth as your heart takes in view: The Man in the Middle died for me and for you. The Cross was the bridge, the pain was the price, And Heaven was opened through that sacrifice.
So when you feel lost, betrayed, or dismayed, Look up to the place where redemption was made. For the One in the middle, with thorns on His brow, Still says to the seeking, “You’re with Me now.”
We strive and sweat, we fall, we try, We lift our heads and question why. We chase approval, seek to earn, But grace is something we can’t learn.
For all our works, they fall apart They cannot mend the broken heart. We wear ourselves out, day by day, Hoping to earn what none can pay.
But God, in mercy rich and true, Declared a warranty for you. Not by deeds or proud decree, But through His Son who sets us free.
Normal wear and tear won’t do, The cracks must show, the soul break through. He doesn’t fix what’s merely worn He redeems the hearts that mourn.
When we are shattered, torn and tossed, He meets us there beneath the cross. It’s not our polish, but our plea That activates His warranty.
So cease your striving, bend the knee Let Jesus be your guarantee For through the Lamb, God warrants you, Made whole, made clean, and made anew.
Tit 3:5 he saved us, not because of righteous things we had done, but because of his mercy. He saved us through the washing of rebirth and renewal by the Holy Spirit,
When I stop thinking about me, My first thought is You—so pure, so free. The clamor fades, the noise grows still, And I’m drawn again to Your perfect will.
All of my dreams start rising anew, Not built for me—but shaped by You. For when I surrender what I once pursued, You fill me with joy this world never knew.
The love of God revives these bones, Like springtime winds through desert stones. He lifts the weight, He breaks the night, And floods my soul with morning light.
He puts a new song in my heart each day, A melody grace alone could play. So I’ll think less of “me,” and far more of “You”— And that’s where all dreams start coming true.
Psa 40:3 And he hath put a new song in my mouth, even praise unto our God: many shall see it, and fear, and shall trust in the LORD.
Heaven’s Hope, God’s Answer “The hope of Heaven is God’s solution to sorrow.”
When sorrow wraps its aching thread Around the heart and fills with dread, When tears fall down like silent rain, And prayers rise up through grief and pain
There shines a light not made by sun, A promise sealed by God’s own Son. Beyond the veil, beyond the night, There waits a dawn of endless light.
The hope of Heaven—pure, divine God’s answer through the cross and time. No wound too deep, no loss too wide, That grace won’t reach and love won’t guide.
A place where partings turn to song, Where broken hearts are made strong. Where every tear is wiped away, And sorrow has no place to stay.
So hold on tight when trials rise, Lift up your soul, lift up your eyes. For Heaven waits, and love is near God’s healing hand will dry each tear.
Rev 21:4 'He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death' or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away."
Now years have drawn like winter’s breath, your hair is touched with snow, But here I am, a shadow still, where only you would know. I do not walk the halls you roam, nor speak in voice or tone, Yet in the quiet of your soul, I never feel alone.
You see me in the amber light, where memories softly glow, In echoes of the love we shared, from long, long years ago. I linger in your laughter’s edge, the stillness in your sigh, A presence felt but never seen, beneath the endless sky.
No need for words, no need for form, no need for me to show— You carry me within your heart, where only you would know. Though time may blur what once was clear and shadows gently grow, Love leaves behind a sacred trace… where only you would know.
