Songs In The Night

  And They Shall Run In this world of pain and woe, You may stumble and falter. Grab the hand that reaches down From your Heavenly Father. He will lift you up high, So that you may rise above; And He will hold you there By the power of His love. And you shall run... They that wait upon the Lord Shall renew their strength, They shall mount up with wings as eagles; And they shall run... The battles are often fierce In this dark world we live in. You may find your soul is weak, And you feel ready to give in. But don't give up, just press ahead, Keep reaching for that high prize. Keep on looking unto Jesus - As your strength begins to rise... And you shall run... And they shall run and not be weary, They shall walk and not faint. And they shall run... They shall be more than conquerors. And they shall run... There are voices crying out - To break your will and compromise. But stand fast, and hold your ground; Mount up on wings, towards the skies... And you shall run... They that wait u...

  A Friend When You Need One It's so easy to get discouraged, To be downcast or in despair. When you feel all alone in your wilderness, And it seems that no one cares. That's when temptation hits the hardest, Where the battle is nearly lost - or won. When you stumble through dark valleys And gloomy shadows hide the Son. In your loneliness and your struggles, Here's a solution that may seem odd - Don't look around to man for comfort, Instead, with hope, look up to God. Jesus will provide the grace you require And His Word will light the way. All you need is faith to claim His promises, And your night will turn to day. The Lord knows your each and every need - He knows, before you even ask in prayer. Just keep on being faithful to Him, And, in time, His answer will be there. So instead of giving up in disgrace, Do the work that must be done; You will find that as you run the race, God will bring a friend when you most need one. December 8th, 2001 Jerry Bouey And it shall ...

  A Friend Loveth At All Times A friend loveth at all times - You've been so faithful and true. A friend loveth at all times - I know I've been loved by you. You've been there through all the joy and pain, In fact, you've stuck like glue. When I needed someone, you stood by me, And your words brought comfort too. You shared God's Word to cheer my heart, You cared so much for my soul. You brought me before the throne of grace, So in Jesus I would be whole. You are my friend in Jesus Christ, My Heavenly Father is your Father too. When the trials came to test my faith, I know my Lord sent you. A friend loveth at all times - I've learned so much from you. You shared your joy in the Lord; Now His joy is my strength too. A friend loveth at all times - God's promise stands sure and true! A friend loveth at all times - I know I have found a friend in you. July 25th, 2003 Jerry Bouey (Dedicated to Kat Aulin, my friend) A friend loveth at all times, and a brother is b...

  In Your Grief In your grief, what comfort can I give? I have nothing but Christ to offer you. You are not left alone to grieve, Jesus, Himself, can pull you through. In your grief, though loss overwhelms you, Don't let the pain within tear you apart. I know the only place of safe refuge, Is when Jesus is living inside your heart. I know you are hurting and I offer you hope. Even in the midst of your aching sorrow, There is a peace that can help you cope. Don't let your grief steal away your tomorrows. In your grief, I can offer you life, Though someone so dear to you has died. I can offer you all that the Lord has to give, If you will turn to Jesus, the Crucified. Believing in Him doesn't mean there's no sorrow, Because I know there is tremendous pain, But if you will give your life to Christ, the Saviour, In your broken heart there will be joy again. September 8th, 1995 Jerry Bouey 2 Corinthians 5:17-21 Therefore if any man be in Christ, he is a new creature: old thi...

  Which Is Better? Which is better: To play loud music for the masses, Or to sing softly for the Holy One? To soar among the heavens, Or to walk beside God's Son? Which is better: To touch the lives of others Who only touch your own? Or to reach toward another Who feels left out and alone? Which is better: To climb the highest mountain, And to swim the raging sea, Or to worship Him who made them both, And who also created me? Which is better: A life filled with rose-strewn pathways, A life of ease and luxury, Or a life that has its pain and suffering, And a God who cares for me? Sometimes I want the easy way, A way that doesn't test my faith, But then the hard times come along, And my dreams vanish away like wraiths. I don't want to stumble blindly in darkness, I would rather pierce the night, But I will gladly give away all my candles, And let Jesus be my guiding light. I won't let my emotions play upon my faith, As if it were a jungle gym, I will let life's situat...

  My Faltering Heart There are times when it seems my courage is so frail and small. I look within my own life and I see how I fail and fall. I know in myself I falter and I am nothing at all. But how do I follow You, Lord Jesus, when I hear Your loving call? Sometimes my emotions deceive me and my heart isn't fully Yours. So many things distract me and I find I am led off course. And I realize again, somehow, my love has grown dim. Yet how do I repent and now have my heart stayed on Him? I lose my devotion so easily, yet nothing stands in my way. What is it within my own heart that pulls me further away? How did my joy dry up? Why doesn't it ever stay? How does my desire wane? Restore me, Oh Lord, I pray! I see within myself that I have nothing to offer you. My vision seems so faded - Lord, grant me another view. I don't know why my heart wanders or why it so often roams. Why can't I follow You fully, and seek Your face alone? Take my fragile heart - I offer it to You ...

If Jesus Came To Your House If Jesus came to your house to spend a day or two - If He came unexpectedly, I wonder what you'd do. Oh, I know you'd give your nicest room to such an honored Guest, And all the food you served to Him would be the very best, And you would keep assuring Him you're glad to have Him there - That serving Him in your own home is joy beyond compare. But when you saw Him coming, would you meet Him at the door With arms outstretched in welcome to your heavenly Visitor? Or would you have to change your clothes before you let Him in? Or hide some magazines and put the Bible where they'd been? Would you turn off the radio and hope He hadn't heard? And wish you hadn't uttered that last, loud, hasty word? Would you hide your worldly music and put some hymn books out? Could you let Jesus walk right in, or would you rush about? And I wonder - if the Savior spent a day or two with you, Would you go right on doing the things you always do? Would you g...

From Broken To Beautiful From broken to beautiful; Made with the Potter’s own hands, Transformed into gold and silver - Part of God’s wondrous plan. Vessels of the Lord’s mercy, Of His forgiveness and His grace; From a past of brokenness To true beauty in its place. Once separated from God’s family, Now adopted as a child of the King; Precious treasure in earthen vessels - To the Lord, worth more than anything. Vessels of honour, fit for the Master, Sanctified, forgiven, and set free; From forsaken to accepted in His sight - Beloved, and transformed for eternity. From broken to beautiful, Given a new purpose for His glory, Renewed, and made righteous in Jesus Christ - That is salvation’s story. April 15th, 2024 Jerry Bouey The Lord can take the broken pieces of our lives, the broken or cracked pottery, and remake it in such a way that it brings glory to Him. Like Mary broke the box of spikenard and the savour of it diffused throughout the room when she anointed the feet of Jesus, so ma...

  Duct-Taped Smiles (A Mother’s Day Poem) As a mother, you reminisce over the many winding roads you’ve travelled; Filled with wonder and with joy, though at times your threads seem a little frayed and tangled; But the Lord has paved your path with love over each and every weary mile - The cracked pottery of your life is covered with bandaged elbows and duct-taped smiles. Each day of motherhood is like a book, with the pages a little tattered, a little torn; By gleaning God’s wisdom through the years, those rough edges have softened and become a little worn; The cover is more faded now, and you see some new creases here and there, But the joy of being a mother is a blessing - naught else could ever compare. Along the journey of their childhood, the memories of each precious loved one flood your heart. To see them grow, following in your footsteps - so many wondrous miracles, oh where to start? Showing them the Saviour and how He brought you through all those fiery trials, Brings a ...