Monday, July 31, 2006

I Love To Tell The Story

I Love To Tell The Story
(Words: A. Katherine Hankey; Music: William G. Fischer)

I love to tell the story of unseen things above,
Of Jesus and His glory, of Jesus and His love.
I love to tell the story, because I know ’tis true;
It satisfies my longings as nothing else can do.

Chorus:
I love to tell the story, ’twill be my theme in glory,
To tell the old, old story of Jesus and His love.

I love to tell the story; more wonderful it seems
Than all the golden fancies of all our golden dreams.
I love to tell the story, it did so much for me;
And that is just the reason I tell it now to thee.

I love to tell the story; ’tis pleasant to repeat
What seems, each time I tell it, more wonderfully sweet.
I love to tell the story, for some have never heard
The message of salvation from God’s own holy Word.

I love to tell the story, for those who know it best
Seem hungering and thirsting to hear it like the rest.
And when, in scenes of glory, I sing the new, new song,
’Twill be the old, old story that I have loved so long.

Sunday, July 30, 2006

I Know Whom I Have Believed

I Know Whom I Have Believed
(Words: Daniel W. Whittle; Music: James McGranahan)

I know not why God’s wondrous grace
To me He hath made known,
Nor why, unworthy, Christ in love
Redeemed me for His own.

Chorus:
But I know Whom I have believed,
And am persuaded that He is able
To keep that which I’ve committed
Unto Him against that day.

I know not how this saving faith
To me He did impart,
Nor how believing in His Word
Wrought peace within my heart.

I know not how the Spirit moves,
Convincing men of sin,
Revealing Jesus through the Word,
Creating faith in Him.

I know not what of good or ill
May be reserved for me,
Of weary ways or golden days,
Before His face I see.

I know not when my Lord may come,
At night or noonday fair,
Nor if I walk the vale with Him,
Or meet Him in the air.

2 Timothy 1:12 For the which cause I also suffer these things: nevertheless I am not ashamed: for I know whom I have believed, and am persuaded that he is able to keep that which I have committed unto him against that day.

My Savior First Of All

Hymn For Saturday

My Savior First Of All
(Words: Fanny Crosby; Music: John R. Sweney)

When my life work is ended, and I cross the swelling tide,
When the bright and glorious morning I shall see;
I shall know my Redeemer when I reach the other side,
And His smile will be the first to welcome me.

Chorus:
I shall know Him, I shall know Him,
And redeemed by His side I shall stand,
I shall know Him, I shall know Him,
By the print of the nails in His hand.

Oh, the soul thrilling rapture when I view His blessed face,
And the luster of His kindly beaming eye;
How my full heart will praise Him for the mercy, love and grace,
That prepare for me a mansion in the sky.

Oh, the dear ones in glory, how they beckon me to come,
And our parting at the river I recall;
To the sweet vales of Eden they will sing my welcome home;
But I long to meet my Savior first of all.

Through the gates to the city in a robe of spotless white,
He will lead me where no tears will ever fall;
In the glad song of ages I shall mingle with delight;
But I long to meet my Savior first of all.

Wednesday, July 26, 2006

The Love Of God

Hymn For Thursday

From Cyberhymnal:

[Frederick Lehman] wrote this song in 1917 in Pasadena, California, and it was published in Songs That Are Different, Volume 2, 1919. The lyrics are based on the Jewish poem Haddamut, written in Aramaic in 1050 by Meir Ben Isaac Nehorai, a cantor in Worms, Germany; they have been translated into at least 18 languages.

"One day, during short intervals of inattention to our work, we picked up a scrap of paper and, seated upon an empty lemon box pushed against the wall, with a stub pencil, added the (first) two stanzas and chorus of the song… Since the lines (3rd stanza from the Jewish po­em) had been found penciled on the wall of a patient’s room in an insane asylum after he had been carried to his grave, the general opinion was that this inmate had written the epic in moments of sanity."

The Love Of God
(Words and Music: Frederick M. Lehman)

The love of God is greater far
Than tongue or pen can ever tell;
It goes beyond the highest star,
And reaches to the lowest hell;
The guilty pair, bowed down with care,
God gave His Son to win;
His erring child He reconciled,
And pardoned from his sin.

Chorus:
O love of God, how rich and pure!
How measureless and strong!
It shall forevermore endure
The saints’ and angels’ song.

When years of time shall pass away,
And earthly thrones and kingdoms fall,
When men, who here refuse to pray,
On rocks and hills and mountains call,
God’s love so sure, shall still endure,
All measureless and strong;
Redeeming grace to Adam’s race—
The saints’ and angels’ song.

Could we with ink the ocean fill,
And were the skies of parchment made,
Were every stalk on earth a quill,
And every man a scribe by trade,
To write the love of God above,
Would drain the ocean dry;
Nor could the scroll contain the whole,
Though stretched from sky to sky.

And Can It Be That I Should Gain

Charles Wesley was another prolific hymnwriter, and to me, this one has got to be his best song. It seems there are several versions out there. Our previous church hymnal had stanzas 1, 3, and 4 - and I was sadly disappointed when we purchased new hymnals with stanza 6 (rather than the third one, which was my favourite), with shortened verses (the last two lines were removed from each stanza and the chorus sung twice instead).

And Can It Be That I Should Gain
(Lyrics: Charles Wesley; Music: Thomas Campbell)

1) And can it be that I should gain
An interest in the Saviour’s blood?
Died He for me, who caused His pain?
For me, who Him to death pursued?
Amazing love! How can it be,
That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?

Chorus:
Amazing love! How can it be,
That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?

2) ’Tis mystery all: th’Immortal dies:
Who can explore His strange design?
In vain the firstborn seraph tries
To sound the depths of love divine.
’Tis mercy all! Let earth adore,
Let angel minds inquire no more.

3) He left His Father’s throne above
So free, so infinite His grace;
Emptied Himself of all but love,
And bled for Adam’s helpless race;
’Tis mercy all, immense and free,
For O my God, it found out me!

4) Long my imprisoned spirit lay,
Fast bound in sin and nature’s night;
Thine eye diffused a quickening ray,
I woke, the dungeon flamed with light;
My chains fell off, my heart was free,
I rose, went forth, and followed Thee.

5) Still the small inward voice I hear,
That whispers all my sins forgiven;
Still the atoning blood is near,
That quenched the wrath of hostile Heaven.
I feel the life His wounds impart;
I feel the Savior in my heart.

6) No condemnation now I dread;
I am my Lord's, and He is mine;
Alive in Him, my living Head,
And clothed in righteousness divine;
Bold I approach th’eternal throne,
And claim the crown, through Christ my own.

Tuesday, July 25, 2006

The Cleansing Wave

The Cleansing Wave
(Lyrics: Phoebe W. Palmer; Music: Phoebe P. Knapp)

Oh, now I see the cleansing wave!
The fountain deep and wide;
Jesus, my Lord, mighty to save,
Points to His wounded side.

Chorus:
The cleansing stream, I see! I see!
I plunge, and oh, it cleanseth me!
Oh, praise the Lord! It cleanseth me!
It cleanseth me — yes, cleanseth me.

I rise to walk in Heav’n’s own light,
Above the world and sin,
With heart made pure and garments white,
And Christ enthroned within.

I see the new creation rise;
I hear the speaking blood.
It speaks! Polluted nature dies!
Sinks ’neath the cleansing flood.

Amazing grace! ’tis Heav’n below
To feel the blood applied,
And Jesus, only Jesus know,
My Jesus crucified.

Zechariah 13:1 In that day there shall be a fountain opened to the house of David and to the inhabitants of Jerusalem for sin and for uncleanness.

Monday, July 24, 2006

Waiting For A Change

This poem was originally passed on to me by a friend going through a tough time. As time went on and her situation never seemed to be resolved, I decided to dedicate a page to her. As I was trying to determine what poem to send out for today, I read this to my sister, and it really fit a trial in her life. She was encouraged and exhorted me to use this for today.

Waiting For A Change

Desperately, helplessly, longingly, I cried.
Quietly, patiently, lovingly God replied.
I pled and I wept for a clue to my fate,
And the Master so gently said, "Child, you must wait!"

"Wait?, you say, wait!" my indignant reply.
"Lord, I need answers, I need to know why!
Is Your hand shortened? Or have You not heard?
By FAITH I have asked, and am claiming Your Word."

"My future and all to which I can relate
Hangs in the balance, and You tell me to WAIT?
I'm needing a 'yes,' a go-ahead sign,
Or even a 'no' to which I can resign."

"And Lord, You promised that if we believe
We need but to ask, as we shall receive.
And Lord, I've been asking, and this is my cry:
I'm weary of asking! I need a reply!"

Then quietly, softly, I learned of my fate
As my Master replied once again, "You must wait."
So, I slumped in my chair, defeated and taut
And grumbled to God, "So, I'm waiting... for what?"

He seemed then to kneel and His eyes wept with mine,
And He tenderly said, "I could give you a sign.
I could shake the heavens, and darken the sun.
I could raise the dead, and cause mountains to run.
All you seek, I could give, and pleased you would be.
You would have what you want -- but, you wouldn't know ME."

"You'd not know the depth of My love for each saint;
You'd not know the power that I give to the faint;
You'd not learn to see through the clouds of despair;
You'd not learn to trust just by knowing I'm there;
You'd not know the joy of resting in Me
When darkness and silence were all you could see."

"You'd never experience that fullness of love
As the peace of My Spirit descends like a dove;
You'd know that I give and I save ... (for a start),
But you'd not know the depth of the beat of My heart."

The flow of My comfort late into the night,
The faith that I give when you walk without sight,
The depth that's beyond getting just what you asked
Of an infinite God, who makes what you have LAST."

"You'd never know, should your pain quickly flee,
What it means that 'My grace is sufficient for thee.'
Yes, your dreams for your loved ones overnight would come true,
But, oh, the loss! if I lost what I'm doing in you!"

"So, be silent, my child, and in time you will see
THAT THE GREATEST OF GIFTS IS TO GET TO KNOW ME.
And though oft may My answers seem terribly late,
My wisest of answers is still but to WAIT."

~Author Unknown~

And we know that the Son of God is come,
and hath given us an understanding,
that we may know Him that is true,
and we are in Him that is true,
even in His Son Jesus Christ.
This is the true God, and eternal life.

1 John 5:20

The Path of Life

Poem For Sunday

The Path of Life

Lord, is my life a stumblingblock,
To babes in Christ around me?
Is it consistent with Your Word,
Or filled with hypocrisy?

Have I caused Your little ones,
To falter from the straight way?
My heart breaks at the very thought,
Dear God, of leading one astray!

Lord, search my reins and try my heart.
If there be any wicked way,
Pluck it out by its evil roots;
Let none of its vileness hold sway!

As David cried, so I plead of You,
"Create in me a clean heart!"
Renew a right spirit within me;
only You Lord, give a new start,

That I may arise and proclaim,
Teaching sinners of Your redemption,
That they may be converted unto You,
Praising You in acclamation.

Keep my heart tender, oh Lord,
To hear that still small voice
That convicts the humble heart of sin,
And makes righteousness its choice.

Order my footsteps in Your Word;
Let me not falter in times of strife.
Let this my daily prayer be,
To walk in the paths of life.

December 26th, 2003
Angela B Trenholm

Angela's testimony regarding this poem:

The concerns and responsibilities of being a Mom can be so overwhelming. How often do I feel that the task is too big and I am so frail. How often do I cry out to my Lord to help me to be the Mother He wants me to be, so I can raise up the precious children He has given me in a way that is pleasing to Him.

I wrote this poem when I was feeling very much a failure as a mother, but I knew I had to get my eyes back on the only one who could help me raise up our precious daughters in a way that would bring honour and glory to the Lord.

If I did not have His precious promises in His Holy Word and the comfort of His Holy Spirit living in me to lean on, the task would soon become unbearable. How thankful I am for a loving, merciful Saviour, who takes great pleasure in comforting and uplifting those who trust in Him.

Trust in the LORD with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths. Proverbs 3:5-6

Thou wilt shew me the path of life: in thy presence is fulness of joy; at thy right hand there are pleasures for evermore. Psalms 16:11

This I recall to my mind, therefore have I hope. It is of the LORD'S mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not. They are new every morning: great is thy faithfulness. Lamentations 3:21-23

Saturday, July 22, 2006

All The Way My Savior Leads Me

This hymn is one that the Lord has truly used in my life to comfort and strengthen me time and again. Fanny Crosby is definitely one of the best hymn writers that I have ever heard.

Click on the title below for a short bio and a poem memorializing her, as well as a list of the hymns she has on Cyberhymnal.

All The Way My Savior Leads Me
(Lyrics: Fanny Crosby; Music: Robert Lowry)

All the way my Savior leads me;
What have I to ask beside?
Can I doubt His tender mercy,
Who through life has been my Guide?
Heav’nly peace, divinest comfort,
Here by faith in Him to dwell!
For I know, whate’er befall me,
Jesus doeth all things well;
For I know, whate’er befall me,
Jesus doeth all things well.

All the way my Savior leads me,
Cheers each winding path I tread;
Gives me grace for every trial,
Feeds me with the living Bread.
Though my weary steps may falter,
And my soul athirst may be,
Gushing from the Rock before me,
Lo! A spring of joy I see;
Gushing from the Rock before me,
Lo! A spring of joy I see.

All the way my Savior leads me
O the fullness of His love!
Perfect rest to me is promised
In my Father’s house above.
When my spirit, clothed immortal,
Wings its flight to realms of day
This my song through endless ages—
Jesus led me all the way;
This my song through endless ages—
Jesus led me all the way.

Friday, July 21, 2006

It Is Well With My Soul

One of my favourite hymns is It Is Well With My Soul. When I learned the story behind it, it took on more meaning to me. While there are often trials and tragedies in our lives, that doesn't have to effect the state of our soul. H.G. Spafford suffered tremendous loss, yet he still had his faith in the Lord and trusted in the midst of his sorrow.

The main thought repeated in this hymn comes from 2 Kings 4:23 and 26. It is the story of the Shunammite woman whose son died but was restored to life again because of her faith in the Lord (see Hebrews 11:35). She knew that whatever happened, the Lord was still in control and it would be well with her and her family.

One line of this hymn has impressed me more than anything else - that is the last line: "Even so," it is well with my soul. The phrase, "Even so", is in quotations because it refers to Revelation 22:20 - even in the midst of the worst time this world will ever face, true believers can still say, "It is well with my soul"!

For background on this hymn, please read Whatever My Lot.

It Is Well With My Soul
(Lyrics: H.G. Spafford; Music: Philip P. Bliss)

1) When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

Chorus:
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

2) Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.

3) My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!
My sin, not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!

4) For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live:
If Jordan above me shall roll,
No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life
Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.

5) But, Lord, ‘tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait,
The sky, not the grave, is our goal;
Oh trump of the angel! Oh voice of the Lord!
Blessed hope, blessed rest of my soul!

6) And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
"Even so," it is well with my soul.

If you appreciate this hymn and the story behind it, you will especially like the set of computer backgrounds Angela has made up for the main four stanzas. Stanzas 1-3 and six are usually quoted in most hymnals I have seen (and these are the ones Angela has made backgrounds for - just click on the numbers next to those verses above), but I thought the other two were worth reading and thinking about too! Cyberhymnal is a great resource for finding the full version of some of our old-time classic hymns.

Thursday, July 20, 2006

All Poems And Hymns On This Site

Here is an alphabetical list of all poems and hymns on this site. All author information, if known, is listed on the individual pages. For those who are interested, I have marked poems and songs I have written with an asterisk.

Introduction To This Blog

A-E

"Abba Father!" (Hymn)
A Beautiful Symphony
A Confederate Soldier's Prayer
"Afraid? Of What?"
All The Way My Savior Leads Me (Hymn)
And Can It Be That I Should Gain? (Hymn)
A Song In The Night (Song) *
At Calvary (Hymn)
At The Cross (Hymn)
A Two-Edged Sword
Because Of Jesus (Song) *
Be Thou Clean (Song) *
Born To Die (Song) *
Call Back
Christ Died For Us - We Die For Christ
Christmas Once Again *
Christmas Without Christ *
Christmas Without Jesus (by Angela Trenholm)
Christmas Without Jesus (by Theresa Wood)
Come, Thou Fount Of Every Blessing (Hymn)
Day By Day (Hymn)
Disappointment - His Appointment
Does Jesus Care? (Hymn)
Draw Me Nearer (Hymn)
Eternity
Even In This *
Exhortation To Prayer (Hymn)

F-J

Follow On (Hymn)
Forgiven
For Such A Time As This (Song) *
Freefall (Song) *
From Genesis To Revelation *
God In Heaven Hath A Treasure (Hymn)
God Leads Us Along (Hymn)
God Meant It Unto Good
God Moves In A Mysterious Way (Hymn)
God's Gift *
God's Love Through The Storm
Grace Greater Than Our Sin (Hymn)
Heaven And Hell: The Road To Paradise
He Gathers His Lilies *
He Goes Before
He's Still Got The Whole World In His Hands *
He Still Moves Stones (Song)
Higher Ground (Hymn)
Himself
Hope On
How Firm A Foundation (Hymn)
I Am *
I Am Learning, Lord!
If God Himself Be For Me (Hymn)
I Heard The Voice Of Jesus Say
I Know Whom I Have Believed (Hymn)
I Love To Tell The Story (Hymn)
I Met The Master
Immanuel (Hymn)
I Needed The Quiet
In His Time (Song) *
In Jesus
I Shall Come Forth As Gold (Song) *
Is The Cross You Wear Too Heavy To Bear?
It Is Well With My Soul (Hymn)
It's In The Valleys I Grow
It's Jesus *
It's Only After *
I've Found The Pearl Of Greatest Price (Hymn)
I've Gone Home (Song) *
I Will Never Leave You
I Wonder...
Jacob's Well (The Samaritan Woman in John 4)
Jesus My Redeemer, My King
John 3:16 Outline
Joy To The World (Psalm 98, Hymn)
Just A Little Sparrow *
Just As I Am (Hymn)
Just Three Sharp Nails *

K-O

Leave It There (Hymn)
Lent By The Lord *
Lessons In The Valley
Life's Instruction Manual *
Lord With Glowing Heart I'd Praise Thee (Hymn)
More Like The Master (Hymn)
My Bible And I
My Captain
My Elijah Friends *
My Hiding Place (Poem)
My Hiding Place (Song) *
My Name Is I Am
My Savior First Of All (Hymn)
Mother's Day In Heaven *
My Son, Give Me Thine Heart *
Near To The Throne Of God *
"No Accidents"
No Condemnation
No Other Way?
No Scar?
Not Home Yet
O Lord, My Strength (Hymn)
One By One He Took Them From Me
Only God Is Able (Song)
O Save Us Now *

P-T

Praise, My Soul, The King Of Heaven (Hymn)
Prayer For Comfort
Prayer Is The Soul's Sincere Desire (Hymn)
Reach Out For The Saviour (Song) *
Rising In The Arms Of Love *
"Rock Of Ages"
Searching For Truth *
Set Me Free (Song) *
Show Me Christ *
Since Yesterday
Slow Down, Daddy! *
So Little Time (Hymn)
So Send I You (Hymn)
Stand By Me (Hymn)
Surely Goodness And Mercy (Hymn)
Testing
The ABC's Of Thanksgiving
The Anvil Of God's Word
The Altar Is Empty (Song) *
The Answers Why *
The Battle Is The Lord's *
The Bible
The Bible Stands (Hymn)
The Cleansing Wave (Hymn)
The Dark Tomb *
The Day My Saviour Died *
The Door Of Hope *
The End Of The Fight *
The Father Of The Fatherless *
The Fight Is On (Hymn)
The Four Calls
The Hand That Held It Was Not Seen
The Hidden Glory
The Hope Of Christmas *
The Lampstand
The Lily Of The Valley (Hymn)
The Lord Is My Shepherd
The Lord Our Banner (Song)
The Lord Our Righteousness (Jehovah Tsidkenu - Hymn)
The Love Of God (Hymn)
The New Testament
The Night Before Outreach
The Ninety And The Nine (Hymn)
The Path Of Life
The Prodigal's Return (Song) *
The Rich Man *
The Straying Lamb
The 23rd Psalm - Assurance
The Valley Of Faith (Psalm 23) *
The Vessel
The Weaver
The Wise And Foolish Builders (Parable One)
"The World's Bible"
This I Know
This Is Jim Checking In (Song)
Through This Valley *
Today
True Christian Friends *
'Twas The Night Before Jesus Came

U-Z

Under Thy Wings
Unfolding The Rose
Vessels Unto Honour (Song)
Waiting For A Change
Wait On The Lord
What Child Is This? (Hymn)
What God Hath Promised
When I Survey The Wondrous Cross (Hymn)
Why Trouble The Master? (Song) *
Why Wait Until Tomorrow? *

I've Gone Home

The funeral for a mother in our church (who died of cancer) took place on the day this poem was written. When I got home afterwards, I was thinking about something that was said during the funeral, and was really burdened for the family. I prayed for wisdom to comfort the family and claimed 2 Corinthians 9:7, one of my favourite promises when it comes to offering comfort and hope to others. This poem was the result. I remember phoning this family and reciting the poem over their answering machine - later Angela Trenholm made up a beautiful picture for them with this poem on it. The family asked me to share it with others. (Up until that point in time, I had never kept copies of most of the poems I had written to comfort others - but once this poem was passed on to others, many encouraged me to keep and pass on my other poems as well. They felt these poems were meant to be shared, which is why I have never copyrighted any of them - I want people to be able to freely use and distribute them, as long as the author's name and date written are kept with the poem.)

I contacted several websites online (that had awesome webpages - which I had no clue up until then how to do), and emailed the poem to them. No replies, so I forgot about it. Until about one or two weeks later when the owner of one website contacted me and gave me the link to her page. It was wonderful. She put my email address on the page, and the emails starting flooding in - hundreds each week (for the first few months I probably had thousands of replies each month). In three weeks there were 16 thousand hits to that one page, and others wanted to use the poem for their sites. I can truly say that one poem has literally gone around the world by the Internet! Due to this poem, I started some very good friendships with many people that contacted me through these various sites. And since then, some of these same friends have gone home to be with the Lord, and this poem is now a comfort to their families too. My brother also read this poem at my Dad's funeral earlier this year.

The woman (whose site no longer exists now) who first put this poem online taught me how to add music and backgrounds to my pages (for 2 1/2 years prior to this time I had my own websites, but they were basically plain pages). I knew basic html by this point in time and was able to quickly adapt what I was taught into my pages - and then I taught Angela how to do likewise. She certainly is artistic! (P.S. You truly should check out her free computer background site: Looking Unto Jesus Backgrounds And Prints)

Of course, learning how to spruce up webpages created a lot more interest - and also expanded the influence of the poems and studies on these websites. God has truly used those sites and poems to encourage and comfort so many.

My friend Angela also put this poem to music, adapting the tune from a well-known hymn. We used the first stanza as the chorus, adding it after every two stanzas - and finally using an adapted form of the first stanza as the final chorus (see below):

I've Gone Home

I’ve gone home to see my Father,
I’ve gone home, so don’t you cry
I’ll be waiting for you in Heaven,
In my mansion prepared on high.

No more sickness, no more sorrow,
No more pain, and no more grief.
I’ve gone home to be with Jesus
Though my sojourn here was brief.

I’ve gone home to live in Heaven
With all the blessed saints of old,
Here with Abraham and David
To stroll through streets of gold.

I’ve gone home to be in Heaven
Where there’s no sadness, and no night.
There is joy and peace unending,
In this blissful land of light.

But there’s something else more beautiful,
So precious, beyond this crystal sea,
As I wander through realms of glory
I find my Saviour walks with me.

I’ve gone home to be in Heaven,
Though you miss me, and tears abound,
Just keep believing in God’s promises,
And listening for that trumpet sound.

Because one day in God’s timing
When the Lord calls out your name
Look to the skies in awe and wonder -
We’ll see each other again.

August 1st, 2000
Jerry Bouey

An adapted final chorus of this poem:

I’ve gone home to see my Father,
I’ve gone home, so don’t you cry
I’ll be waiting for you in Heaven,
Where no tears will dim the eye.

Precious in the sight of the LORD
is the death of His saints.

Psalm 116:15

Angela Trenholm has put this poem to music, adapted from the hymn, I Know Who Holds Tomorrow: Download the pdf file of the sheet music.

You can also download this poem on a beautiful background for your computer: I've Gone Home Background.

Tuesday, July 18, 2006

It's Only After

Poem for Wednesday

I had a hard time choosing what to post next - either this poem, which is one of my all-time favourites, or my most popular one (I've Gone Home), which is everyone else's favourite. I decided to do this one today and send out the other one tomorrow. They were both written about the same time. I've Gone Home is the one that got me a lot of recognition and Internet contacts, but it is this one that really found a place in my heart - because of the theme.

I was thinking of all the different types of situations - trials, Biblical prophecies, various seasons of strife in our lives, and when the Lord brings the good out of all those hard times. It's Only After that we receive the benefit of them. It's only after that our chastisements yield the peaceable fruit of righteousness, it is only after that we come forth as gold, it is only after that the sorrow is wiped away, it is only after that the healing comes - because that is when we see what God was doing all along.

I don't want to get ahead of myself, but I've Gone Home was written to comfort a family who lost their Mom through cancer. It was placed on the Internet, as as a result of that, I received thousands of emails each month for the next couple of years. One of those email contacts was a friend called Henri, who had just lost her husband. I wrote this poem and dedicated it to her to comfort her. Somewhere along the way we lost touch, but I thank the Lord for bringing our paths together.

Originally I had all these lines jumbled together - I got the ideas out on paper, and I wasn't sure how to put them together just right. Angela Trenholm, one of my webpartners and the official critiquer of many of my poems, helped me group each theme together into the various stanzas. So even though I had the basic poem already written, it would not have had the same impact and flow without her assistance.

This is Angela's note on this poem: This poem is basically what got me restarted on writing poetry, after having laid it aside since high school. I helped Jerry get the flow of thought organized on this one, but the poem is really his, although he insists on giving me credit.

Around this time, Angela also started her own family website (I had started my poetry and Bible study websites for about 2 1/2 years prior to this time), but it was these two poems that really generated a lot of interest and opened up doors to minister online. I taught Angela how to use html, and she taught me how to make my websites better - plus helped me so much with the layout and design of them. Eventually our combined creativity (if we can call it that) led to us to join forces and move our individual websites over to EarnestlyContending three years ago.

It's Only After

Roses are so beautiful
that we forget that thorns cause pain.
We often forget that rainbows
only come after the rain.
Sometimes the sun is hidden
when storm clouds are in view.
It's only after the rose is picked
that it will bring great joy to you.

It's only after the storm subsides
that peace comes to calm the seas.
It's only when the light turns on
that the shadow suddenly flees.
Sometimes we only learn
to appreciate the light,
After walking through the darkness
in what seems like blackest night.

It's often only when you miss someone
that their worth is realized,
For iron sharpening iron
is a blessing in disguise.
You may lose your dearest friend,
yet there will always be another;
Still, Jesus is the best of friends
that sticks closer than a brother.

It's only when you see you're lost
that you truly can be found.
It's when you admit your poverty
that Christ's riches can abound.
It's only in losing yourself
that you find life's joy at last,
And sometime in the future
the Lord will heal the past.

It's only after you pray in faith
that the peace of God transcends,
And only after your faith is proved
does the trial come to an end.
It's only in surrender to the Lord
that brings end to inward strife.
It's only after dying
that we rise to endless life.

It's only after travailing
that comes the joy of a child's birth.
Only after the tribulation
comes the new heaven and new earth.
Only after a seemingly endless night
comes the dawning of the day.
It's only in eternity
that the former things are passed away.

It's only after the sorrow ceases
that comes the soothing of the pain,
And just before the darkness passes
that the Morning Star shines again.
After the tests and trials are done
the Father wipes all our tears away,
And we'll live with Christ, our Saviour,
in eternity's endless day.

August 29th, 2000
Jerry Bouey and Angela Trenholm

Romans 8:28 And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose.

For Such A Time As This

This song was neat to work on. Angela Trenholm and her daughter had written three stanzas for an upcoming Missions Conference. I was listening as they were starting to put together the chorus, as we were riding to church - then all three of us finished the chorus, and I think it was that night that I came up with the other three stanzas. If you know the song for the tune that we used, you will realize that I added a little reference to it in one of the stanzas - it certainly fit! John R. Rice's Song is great and I have heard Angela sing it as a special in church. But this song was a special treat - because I had a part in it. Another bonus was the fact that my sister, whom I hadn't seen in five years, was able to be here for the special that Angela and Sarah sang in church. It was definitely a blessing to hear the finished product, and to see the glow on my sister's face when she said, "Wow, that really got my attention! You had a part in writing that? That song was so wonderful!"

For Such A Time As This
(To the tune of So Little Time by John R. Rice)

1. Esther was called to plead for her people.
Fear gripped her heart; Mordecai reminded her:
Twas her life too that now hung in the balance,
And she was given the king’s ear for this cause.

Despite her fears, boldly she went before the throne,
To plead the cause of her people before the king.
As she drew near, his favor was extended,
Grace was given, for such a time as this.

Chorus:
For such a time as this we have been called,
To preach the Gospel to a dying world.
How will they hear, except that we obey Him?
For such a time, for such a time as this.

2. Stand in the gap, petition for the lost world.
Snatch from the fire, rescue souls bound by their sin.
Break the chains of darkness that’s enslaved them.
Proclaim the truth in Jesus’ blessed name.

So as you stand in the place that God has given you,
Do not fear, He’s standing by your side,
And He will give the grace that you require,
As He promised, for such a time as this.

Chorus

3. So little time, the day of grace is fading.
The sands of time are slipping through our hands.
Hold forth the Word, the Gospel of Salvation,
Lest you have their blood upon your hands.

Have compassion, our loved ones need the Saviour.
Let it not be said, "No man cared for my soul."
Lift up your eyes, the field is white to harvest,
For such a time, for such a time as this.

Last Chorus:
For such a time as this we have been called,
To preach the Gospel to a dying world.
How will they hear, except that we obey Him?
Oh will you go, for such a time as this?

Sarah & Angela Trenholm and Jerry Bouey
April 2005

Please view the webpage for the shorter version of this song. This is the version that they actually sang in church; due to time restraints, we combined the middle two stanzas.

Another praise item: this song is the theme song for our 2008 Missions Conference. The fourth and fifth verses were ommitted, but the others are sung - two verses, then the chorus, two more verses, then the final chorus. It is a dream come true for me - to have a part in a song that others sing.

Monday, July 17, 2006

Introduction To This Blog

Welcome to my new blog. The goal of this site is to be able to post solid, Christian, Bible-based poems and hymns to edify and strengthen others, to be a witness of the love (and salvation) of God, and to exhort others to trust in the Lord Jesus Christ more.

The name is based on the following passages:

Job 35:10 But none saith, Where is God my maker, who giveth songs in the night.

Psalms 42:8 Yet the LORD will command his lovingkindness in the daytime, and in the night his song shall be with me, and my prayer unto the God of my life.

Psalms 77:6 I call to remembrance my song in the night: I commune with mine own heart: and my spirit made diligent search.

I have found through personal experience that only the Lord Himself can give songs in the night - only He can give His perfect (complete) peace and joy to His children in the midst of their trials and sorrows. It is only through Him that songs can spring up out of troubled hearts - and it is those same songs that truly can touch and minister to the hearts of others.

Not only does the Lord Jesus Christ gives songs, He also is our song. In light of eternity and all that He has done for us, truly He is the only song worth singing about.

Isaiah 12:2 Behold, God is my salvation; I will trust, and not be afraid: for the LORD JEHOVAH is my strength and my song; he also is become my salvation.

Exodus 15:2 The LORD is my strength and song, and he is become my salvation: he is my God, and I will prepare him an habitation; my father's God, and I will exalt him.

Psalms 118:14 The LORD is my strength and song, and is become my salvation.

Not only should God's Word be our songs:

Psalms 119:54 Thy statutes have been my songs in the house of my pilgrimage.

Our songs should be filled with His Word!

When we are to:

Colossians 3:16-17 Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly in all wisdom; teaching and admonishing one another in psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, singing with grace in your hearts to the Lord. And whatsoever ye do in word or deed, do all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God and the Father by him.

It is tragic that so many sing songs that are either void of the Word of God, or that contradict or confuse it.

One thing I have always found interesting, is that when we have the Scriptures dwelling in us, there is a song in our hearts - and when we look at this passage:

Ephesians 5:18b-20 ...but be filled with the Spirit; Speaking to yourselves in psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, singing and making melody in your heart to the Lord; Giving thanks always for all things unto God and the Father in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ;

We see that being filled with the Spirit of God produces the same effect - that is because the Holy Spirit always leads according to the Word He inspired and wrote.

When your focus is steadfast on the Lord, meditating on His Word, He surrounds you with His songs.

Psalms 32:7 Thou art my hiding place; thou shalt preserve me from trouble; thou shalt compass me about with songs of deliverance. Selah.

If you are saved, I hope that you use your songs to praise the Lord Jesus Christ who saved you.

Psalms 28:7 The LORD is my strength and my shield; my heart trusted in him, and I am helped: therefore my heart greatly rejoiceth; and with my song will I praise him.

Psalms 69:30 I will praise the name of God with a song, and will magnify him with thanksgiving.

Our songs should be a testimony of our trust in our Saviour.

Psalms 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.

Whether songs of praise, songs of deliverance, or songs of joy - whatever the song, they should be all about the Lord!

Is your tongue the pen of a ready writer - and are your songs about Him?

Psalms 45:1-2 A Song of loves. My heart is inditing a good matter: I speak of the things which I have made touching the king: my tongue is the pen of a ready writer. Thou art fairer than the children of men: grace is poured into thy lips: therefore God hath blessed thee for ever.

May you glorify and honour Jesus Christ through all your songs!

Jerry Bouey
July 17th/06

I have been wanting an avenue to be able to post sound poetry and hymns/songs for a while. I do have my own personal poetry site (Home Of The Real McCoy), and one of my webpartners has a section on her family site where we keep poems by others (Trenholms Of Kelowna) - but there is never enough time to make new pages for these two parts of EarnestlyContending (plus so many of the free graphics sites keep disappearing - so it is hard to always find an appropriate background). You can view most of the poems I have online by visiting Home Of The Real McCoy (I find bookmarking the Table Of Contents helpful, as any new poems added to my site will be listed there), but I also wanted to draw your attention to two specific pages within my site - I have put together two poetry books and their contents can be viewed online, including some poems by others (which are not listed in my TOC). The books are: Refuge In The Storms Of Life, and The Seasons Of Your Pilgrimage. From time to time I will be posting poems from those books and other areas of our sites here.

This new blog gives me an opportunity to share poems with others on a regular basis, without having to send them out on a mailing list or make pages for them. Lord willing, I hope to post a new one each day - whether by myself or others - including sometimes little notes as to where the poems came from, how they influenced me, etc. I will also make up a Table Of Contents page where I can list them alphabetically, for those who later want to look for a particular one. When one of the poems I send out also has a page on EC, I will link the title of the poem to the appropriate page, so you can also view it with graphics and sometimes music.

I hope it is a blessing to you. Feel free to email me any of your favourite poems (with author's name, if possible), and I'm sure I will use some of them as time goes on.

In His Time

This note was written the same time the poem was, last August. The following poem was written by way of encouragement to those dealing with difficult decisions and issues in their lives, who desire to do right, but are uncertain of the way the Lord would have them go right now. It was written to the tune of Day By Day - a hymn that has truly had an impact on my life these last few months. The first line of my poem came into my mind to that tune and I couldn't get it back out again - so I started praying for the Lord to give me the words to make a song out of it. He brought some passages to mind, and here is the result. I hope it is a blessing to you.

One thing that blessed my heart about the song I wrote: a friend sang it in her church in Australia as a special on the Sunday after it was written.

In His Time
(Dedicated to my Sis, Lori McCoy)

In His time, He makes all things beautiful -
With tear-dimmed eyes, we may not see how.
Keep on trusting in your Father's wisdom,
Do not fear - you're in His hands right now.
Jesus Christ, your Saviour and Redeemer,
Loves you so - of that you need not doubt.
He has a plan - thoughts of peace, for your good -
His plan, that He is working out.

In His time, He makes all things beautiful -
Working all according to His plan;
He has a purpose He set in motion -
Even though we may not understand.
Father, perfect that which concerneth me -
Help me, Lord, to lay these burdens down.
Grant me peace, to know I am in Your will;
Strengthen me, with joy surround.

In His time, He makes all things beautiful -
He heals the soul, binds up the broken heart.
He comforts with a grace beyond all measure -
Hope in Him, and let Him do His part.
He knows your needs before you even ask Him.
Give Him your cares - whether great or small.
Just trust the Lord - He knows the best time
To make all things beautiful!

August 24th/05
Jerry Bouey

Ecclesiastes 3:1, 11 To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: He hath made every thing beautiful in his time: also he hath set the world in their heart, so that no man can find out the work that God maketh from the beginning to the end.

Jeremiah 29:11 For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, saith the LORD, thoughts of peace, and not of evil, to give you an expected end.

Romans 8:28 And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose.

Sunday, July 16, 2006

A Song In The Night

(This note was written the same night I wrote the song.) I have been meditating a lot on the book of Job lately, and tonight at church I figured out what the Lord would have me preach on Friday - Walking In The Dark - from Job 9:11; 23:8-10; 35:10, 14; and Isaiah 50:10-11. Also, I was thinking of some of those passages sort of to the tune of Since The Saviour Found Me (it was the last song we sang before the message). I know the syllables don't completely fit the song, but they can go to the basic tune, if it was adapted slightly.

A Song In The Night

Though darkness hides the sunlight,
A song is in my soul;
In the night of my affliction,
The Lord is in control.

I cannot see His footsteps –
The path He leads me down;
All the way, there’s a promise:
His path leads to a crown.

Within the stormy blackness,
Jesus has His eye on me;
Though the darkness hide Him,
By faith I still can see.

Though nighttime falls around me,
The cross leads to the tomb,
My footsteps will not falter,
His Word lights up the gloom.

Though I know not the journey,
The Lord will take me through;
I will trust in my Saviour –
He has my best in view.

Even though my steps be darkened,
My Father knows the way;
And He will safely guide me –
From the shadows into day.

June 14th/06
Jerry Bouey

Job 35:10, 14 But none saith, Where is God my maker, who giveth songs in the night. Although thou sayest thou shalt not see him, yet judgment is before him; therefore trust thou in him.