Sunday, April 2, 2017

4/9/17 Through 4/15/17

4/9/17 Through 4/15/17

Palm Sunday
Shepherd struck and sheep all scattered
Holy face all beat and battered
Gone the loyalty once promised
Now fulfilled the words of psalmist

Hanging there upon the wood 
His mother there beneath Him stood
She watched as every drop of blood 
Became a tide of mercy's flood

His body drained of all its life
Our pure and holy sacrifice
Now Jesus, in the tomb, was laid
The price of all our sins was paid.

The chosen one who comes to us
Comes not to shout or make a fuss
He comes to heal the broken reed
He comes to sow His precious seed

That formed and nourished by His hand
We learn to follow each command
Becoming light to help men see
And setting all the captives free

Let me sing of Your salvation
Let me be a light to nations
You my rock and fortress be
Rescue and deliver me

In my weakness, be my strength
Help me love to greater length
Let my mouth declare Your praise
Let my soul Your anthem raise.

The unprepared disciples hear
My appointed time draws near
But only one will travel near
While the rest will flee in fear

Am I prepared to meet the day
That surely comes my way
Have I learned to love and pray
My blessed Savior's way?

Anticipation in the air
A somber mood is everywhere
The expectation He is King
But puzzled by His offering
To wash the feet of lowly ones
And make of them His Father's sons

Betrayal by a chosen friend
That leads to such a bitter end
And yet a heart intent to serve
The lowly ones who least deserve
Who can this be with such great love
But God's own Son from up above

Lord let me find in You the way
To serve the ones I meet today
To strip away my foolish pride
And lift a basin to my side
Then wash the feet of those in need
And learn from You to love indeed

Good Friday
How good this day Christ died for me!
When I knew not, I wasn't free
When I assumed my way was right
Because I held the power or might

How good it was for every blow
To wake me up that I would know
The depth of love He held within
For one so mired deep in sin

How good the thorns upon His brow
To take the pain of broken vow
And nails that pierce His hands and feet
For avarice and ill conceit

And oh, how good that precious tide
To wash away my sinful pride
The parched and painful burning thirst
Of love that saves a sinner cursed!

Holy Saturday
Ridiculed and crucified
Upon the cross the Savior died
He came from Mary's virgin womb
But now He lies within the tomb

No joy this day of sabbath rest
While faith endures this emptiness
No more Messiah spoken of
They crucified the man of love.

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