Songs In The Night

It's Jesus There's a refuge to be found in the midst of life's storms, There's a peace so profound it will guard your heart from harm, Where is this shelter under the everlasting arms? It's Jesus. There's only one Saviour who died to make men free, One source of Living Water that flows abundantly, One plan of salvation - Are you thirsty? Come and see. It's Jesus. God was manifest in the flesh when He came down to earth, The Son of God who became a Man through the virgin birth, One sacrifice for sins forever - His love gives us worth, It's Jesus. There's only one sinless Man whose life He gave, Only one Man who arose victorious over the grave, There's only one Saviour who can ever save, It's Jesus. There's only one fountain of blood that can cleanse from all sin, Only one Spirit of Life that will dwell within, True righteousness is found only in Him - It's Jesus. October 22nd, 2003 (Edited slightly and added middle verse on February 19...

"Rock Of Ages" "Rock of Ages, cleft for me," Thoughtlessly the maiden sung; Fell the words unconsciously From her girlish, gleeful tongue. Sung as little children sing, Sung as sing the birds in June; Fell the words like bright leaves down On the current of the tune: "Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in thee!" "Let me hide myself in thee," Felt her soul no need to hide- Sweet the song as song could be, And she had no thought beside. All the words unheedingly Fell from lips untouched by care; Dreaming not that each might be On some other lips a prayer. "Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in thee!" "Rock of Ages, cleft for me-" 'Twas a woman sung them now Pleadingly and prayerfully; Every word her heart did know. Rose the song as storm-tossed bird Beats with weary wing the air- Ev'ry note with sorrow stirred, Every syllable a prayer- "Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in thee!...

Jacob's Well (The Samaritan Woman in John 4) About to draw some water from Jacob's well The Samaritan woman heard Him speak. She wondered, Who is this man; why is he here? He looks so wearied, dusty, and weak. You are a Jew, I am a lowly Samaritan, What have you to do with me? She tried to think, We are the ones you look down upon, We are your enemies, yet you ask for a drink. Who is this man that speaks of living water? He has nothing to draw with and the well is deep. What is this passion that I long after? This water, how can I obtain it? Is it mine to keep? And what is this - He speaks of eternal life? He offers a well springing up inside. How can he know I am a despised housewife? He knows my deepest shame, I cannot hide. He must be a prophet, he knows the true me. What can I ask him - Oh, let me see, "Sir, where is the place we are to worship God?" He speaks so boldly, yet the answer's odd. Salvation is of the Jews; yes, I've heard it before, But he goes...