Songs In The Night

 When I Read The Bible Through I supposed I knew my Bible, Reading piecemeal, hit or miss, Now a bit of John or Matthew, Now a snatch of Genesis, Certain chapters of Isaiah, Certain Psalms (the twenty-third), Twelfth of Romans, First of Proverbs - Yes, I thought I knew the Word! But I found that thorough reading Was a different thing to do, And the way was unfamiliar When I read the Bible through. You who like to play at Bible, Dip and dabble, here and there, Just before you kneel aweary, And yawn through a hurried prayer; You who treat the Crown of Writings As you treat no other book - Just a paragraph disjointed, Just a crude impatient look - Try a worthier procedure, Try a broad and steady view; You will kneel in very rapture When you read the Bible through! by Amos R. Wells 2 Timothy 3:15-17  And that from a child thou hast known the holy scriptures, which are able to make thee wise unto salvation through faith which is in Christ Jesus. All scripture is given by inspiratio...

 When This Lion Begins To Roar The Lamb is coming back again - This time it’s not like before: The world will never be the same When this Lion begins to roar. Once meek and lowly, like a Lamb, Riding gently upon a colt; Now with vengeance unrestrained, Like a charging thunderbolt. Once a sacrifice for sins: Perfect, holy, white as snow; Soon His wrath will begin Against this world - Woe, woe, woe! All creation groans in expectation, Waiting for the Messiah promised long before; As our sacrificial Lamb, Jesus opened salvation’s door. As this sin-cursed world rushes towards its destiny, And men seek Babylon more and more, The Lord will come like a charger trained for war - Get ready, world, the Lion is going to roar! May 18th, 1998 Jerry Bouey Revelation 5:1-14  And I saw in the right hand of him that sat on the throne a book written within and on the backside, sealed with seven seals. And I saw a strong angel proclaiming with a loud voice, Who is worthy to open the book, and to...

  Behold Your Saviour Behold the Man  – the Perfect Man, The Promised Seed from days of old; The Son of Man who came from Heaven, As all My chosen prophets had foretold. Behold My Servant  – with opened ears, Delighting to do all of My will; In the Volume of the Book it is written, All of My Law would He fulfill. Behold your King  – the King of Kings, The Son of David ruling from on High; The Prince of Peace, the Lion of Judah, The Living Waters of Shiloh flowing by. Behold your God  – the one True God, Your greatest need He would provide; This is My Son in whom I’m well pleased, This is the reason for which He died: Behold the Lamb of God  – which took away the world’s sin, He was smitten of God – as the Bible has revealed; The only Mediator between God and men, Your atonement for sin – with His stripes you are healed. Behold your Saviour  – who shed His blood on the cross, The Man of Sorrows – who by wicked men was slain; He came out of the tomb, dea...

Quietness And Confidence I come to Thee, O Lord, to-night, A glad and trustful child; Thy light has made my darkness light, Thy love my heart beguiled. I came to Thee by sin oppressed, Now many years ago; And I have found that perfect rest Thou only canst bestow. My hand is placed in Thine, my Lord, Thou canst not lead me wrong; I stay my soul upon Thy word, My pilgrim-way along. Some call our life a wilderness, A desert dark and drear; To me this life is nothing less Than Heaven begun down here. They surely cannot know the grace Which from Thy presence flows, Which makes the solitary place To blossom as the rose. They cannot know the joy there is, Which I have claimed as mine; The joy - nay, more, the perfect bliss, In this great love of Thine. Oh! Thou, who to the mire and clay Hast stooped for one like me; Thou who hast washed my sins away, When nailed to Calv'ry's tree; Oh! set their feet upon the Rock Who wander from Thee still; At their dull hearts, oh, louder knock, And ...

To hear the audio of this poem read in church, please click on the title below: The Touch of the Master’s Hand 'Twas battered and scarred, and the auctioneer       Thought it scarcely worth his while To waste much time on the old violin,       But held it up with a smile. "What am I bidden, good folks," he cried,     "Who'll start the bidding for me?" "A dollar, a dollar. Then two! Only two?       Two dollars, and who'll make it three?" "Three dollars, once; three dollars, twice;       Going for three…" But no, From the room, far back, a grey-haired man       Came forward and picked up the bow; Then wiping the dust from the old violin,       And tightening the loosened strings, He played a melody pure and sweet,       As a caroling angel sings. The music ceased, and the auctioneer,       With a voice that was quiet and low, Said: "What am I bid for the old vi...