Sunday, May 7, 2017

5/14/17 Through 5/20/17

5/14/17 Through 5/20/17

Lord make of us two living stones
To build a holy place
That those we raise within our home
May come to know Your grace

May sacrifice become our way
In all the things we do
To build a house of love each day
Acceptable to You

The Advocate will teach you more
And teach the soul that loves to soar
For greater things than I have done
Will then attend the holy one

The gift of faith is ours to find
But oh how hard for all the blind
They have a hard time to believe
If they still to possessions cleave

The peace of Christ He offers those
Who follow in His way
Attending one where e're he goes
His joy throughout the day

But dare not think you'll suffer not
For Him along the way
To share His cross disciples ought
Expect to every day

But with a grace beyond the mind
He fills the docile soul
The peace of God, a different kind
To heal and to make whole

Firmly grafted on the vine
It's flow of life can then be mine
Pruned of that which does not suit
To bear a most abundant fruit

The living water from that Vine
Will slake forever thirst of thine
And pruned of unproductive shoots
You'll bear the finest lucious fruits

How rightly can a man discern
The ways of God that he should learn
And find the proper words to say
To lead the others on the Way?

First listen to authority
For Christ has said that it will be
The rock that He will build upon
The water to which men are drawn

Then listen close and you will see
The ways with which the Lord agree
And always view the longer term
Then ask the Lord to please confirm.

His word contains a wisdom well
To shine a light and stories tell
Of those who hope and trust and pray
And find the Lord lights up the way

Love as I have loved you
No greater love than this
Friends will do as I do
And never love dismiss

No longer slaves but friends
If you obey commands
Find love that never ends
And do what love demands

I gave you everything
My Father gave to me
Abundant fruit now bring
Forth from a faithful tree

Love so far beyond all telling
Spirit deep within me dwelling
Make me turn from lesser love
And turn to that from One above

A lesser love deceives the soul
And causes true love to grow cold
Love of only earthly things
A satisfaction never brings

But till and water hardened ground
That thereupon Your fruit be found
Possessions vast that I once saw
May I look on now as straw

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