Should a sinner hold a place within the fold? If not, the seats would all lie bare and cold. For none are righteous in their own decree, We all have sinned—both you and me.
It’s not by merit that we stand so near, But by the grace that casts out fear. Only God can cleanse the deepest stain, Through Jesus’ blood, we’re whole again.
The choice is ours—to clutch our shame, Or lay it down in Jesus’ name. For when we turn and let Him know, He washes us white—white as snow.
Isa 1:18 Come now, and let us reason together, saith the LORD: though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool.
All earthly knowledge will fade aw Doctrines of men will not forever stay. But one eternal truth we know each day: Only Jesus’ touch will never decay.
When wisdom fails and words grow dim, The lasting hope is found in Him. For heaven and earth may pass from sight, But Christ remains, our Life, our Light.
Mat 24:35 Heaven and earth shall pass away, but my words shall not pass away.
There are two kinds of Christians, I must say, One who lets Jesus in, but keeps Him at bay. Inviting His presence, yet shutting the door, Content with salvation, but longing no more.
Then there is the one who walks in His light, Touched by His Spirit from morning to night. Their heart is surrendered, their soul is aglow, His mercy within them continues to grow.
The difference is simple, yet holy and true, One only believes, the other lives new. For Jesus desires to dwell, not just call, To reign in our hearts and be Lord of it all.
So choose, dear believer, the path you will take, A faith that is living, a love that won’t break. For the Christian who walks with Him day by day, Knows joy everlasting will not fade away.
📖 Revelation 3:20 “Behold, I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and eat with him, and he with me.”
Within my heart, a Child is born, Through grace divine, through love adorned. Not by my will, not by my hand, But by the Father’s sovereign plan.
His holy innocence and light Call me to walk in faith’s pure sight. To turn from noise, the world’s demand, And place my life in His command.
Face to face in prayer I stand, A child before my Father’s hand. No list of wants, no hurried plea, Just quiet love—His Son in me.
Through joy, through sorrow, night or day, Lord, have Your wonderful, holy way. Until Your will is fully known, And Christ’s own life is formed and grown.
May every breath, each step, each part, Bring honor to the Father’s heart. And may the Child within me be Forever one with eternity.
Luk 1:35 The angel answered, "The Holy Spirit will come on you, and the power of the Most High will overshadow you. So the holy one to be born will be called the Son of God.
If I were a worm, small, wiggly, and low, Would you still smile every time I’d show? No hands to hold, no voice to speak, Just a little dirt trail week after week.
Would you still search for the softest ground, And guard me from robins that circle around? Would you still say, “You’re my dearest friend,” Even knowing my shape might never bend?
Love’s not just for the bright and fair, It blooms in the heart, not the skin we wear. So if I were a worm, I’d still be me— And I’d trust you’d love me endlessly.
For true love sees past the form and frame, It knows the soul and calls the name. And even in earth, so dark and deep, Your love’s the promise I’d always keep.
Just the slightest spark of light within, Breaks the chains where fears have been. A single glimmer, warm and true, Turns midnight skies to morning blue.
No shadow stands, no night can stay, When Heaven’s glow lights up the way. It floods my heart, it lifts my soul, It heals the cracks and makes me whole.
For Christ, the Light, has made it so From spark to flame, His mercies grow. And now I walk in love’s pure sight, Forever changed by that small light.
Jhn 1:5 The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.
The Bush That Burned and Spoke (Inspired by Exodus 3:1–4)
Upon the hills where sheep would graze, Moses walked through quiet days. The desert winds, the sun’s warm light, A shepherd’s path from morn to night.
But then—strange fire caught his eye, A bush in flames beneath the sky. Yet though it burned, it was not gone, Its leaves still green, its branches strong.
He turned aside, his steps grew slow, Drawn to the mystery’s steady glow. And from the flame a voice rang clear: “Moses, Moses—come, draw near.”
The Lord had found His servant’s ear, Through holy fire that drew him near. For God will call through ways untold, To guide His own into His fold.
So when you see what stirs your soul, A whisper, wonder, burning goal— Turn aside, for it may be The Lord of Hosts is calling thee.
Exo 3:1 Now Moses was tending the flock of Jethro his father-in-law, the priest of Midian, and he led the flock to the far side of the wilderness and came to Horeb, the mountain of God. Exo 3:2 There the angel of the LORD appeared to him in flames of fire from within a bush. Moses saw that though the bush was on fire it did not burn up. Exo 3:3 So Moses thought, "I will go over and see this strange sight—why the bush does not burn up." Exo 3:4 When the LORD saw that he had gone over to look, God called to him from within the bush, "Moses! Moses!" And Moses said, "Here I am."
The road once stretched so wide, so far, With dreams like lanterns, each a star. We thought the dawn would never fade, That youth was gold that would not trade.
But steps once light now slow their pace, The mirror shows a different face. The milestones passed, the shadows cast, Remind us how the years have massed.
The end is closer than the start, A truth that humbles every heart. Yet closer still is mercy’s door, Where life eternal waits in store.
So number well each fleeting day, Walk in the light along the way. For though the end is drawing near, With Christ, there’s nothing left to fear.
Ecc 7:8 The end of a matter is better than its beginning, and patience is better than pride.
A mother wept, her heart beat wild, For Pharaoh’s law would claim her child. But in her faith, she made a way A basket bed, some hope, and hay.
She placed him gently in the reeds, And trusted God to meet their needs. The Nile flowed on, a silent prayer, While angels hovered, guarding there.
His sister watched from far yet near, Her eyes alert, her soul in fear. Would someone kind come close enough? Would fate be gentle, not so rough?
Then Pharaoh’s daughter came to bathe, And saw the child the waters gave. She heard his cry, her heart was stirred, A foreign babe—but still, her word.
“This is a Hebrew child,” she sighed. Yet not with scorn, but grace and pride. And then the sister, bold and true, Stepped forward, asking what to do.
“Shall I find a nurse to care with grace?” A mother’s love behind her face. And so, in wonder, God did weave The mother paid, her son retrieved!
She nursed him strong, she held him near, While Pharaoh’s court drew ever near. And when he grew, she let him go A prince now raised, whom God would show.
📖 Key Verse – Exodus 2:9 (NIV)
“Take this baby and nurse him for me,” the princess told the baby’s mother. “I will pay you for your help.” So the woman took her baby home and nursed him.
