I CAUGHT HIS EYE!

I followed Christ along life’s way

It was so sweet to hear His voice.

But then I failed to watch and pray

And soon I wandered far away...

Until I caught His eye.

I warmed up by the flame of sin

And failed to own my sinful pride

It was so innocent a thing

To find excuse and try to hide...

Until I caught His eye.

I felt my soul all torn apart

I had no lasting peace within

Then bitter tears flowed from my heart

As I confessed my guilt and sin...

Because I caught His eye.

Refrain

I’m sorry Lord I turned away

I did not mean to go astray

Return Your joy within my heart

And never more from me depart.

--B. Pent

EARTH'S DARKEST HOUR

Dark the night of sin surrounds Me

Heaven hides His holy face

For the One who made the heavens

Could not save this hell bound race.

Hear the cries of desperation

That reveal sin’s guilt and shame?

Calvary’s cross is heaven’s judgment

For the curse man is to blame.

“O My God! I hang forsaken!

Why must I die all alone?

Can this bitter cup I’m drinking

Through My blood for man atone?”

Satan’s taunts from hell oppress Me

By this awful weight of sin

But the cry “My God forgive them!”

Offers peace that’s born within.

“It is finished!” death is conquered!

As the empty tomb proclaims

Christ the Lord indeed is risen

Praise and magnify His name!

--B. Pent

MY QUIET TIME

I'm overwhelmed this quiet time

I find it hard to comprehend

That He Who formed the universe

Should stoop to be my special Friend

The angels round His throne may sing

Proclaiming glory to the King

But when redemption's work was done

He claimed me as His blood-bought son.

The message of this love proclaims:

“The door of Grace is open wide!”

All those who come in Jesus' name

Are called to be His chosen Bride.

But why should He have chosen me

A hopeless slave of sin and shame

I cannot understand such grace

But praise and magnify His name.

So while I'm sitting here alone

I bow in worship and in praise

To Him who sits in heaven's throne

Both now and through eternal days.

--B. Pent

THE OLD OAK TREE

I look out my window

And see the oak tree

So strong and unbending

Deep rooted and free.

The winds of Northeaster

That blew in the Fall

Have stolen the beauty

Few leaves left at all!

The snow now has covered

The ground where it stands

Yet branches reach outward

With uplifted hands.

I see a leaf clinging

So cold and alone

Still wanting a reason

For staying so long.

The sun seems to whisper

That soon Spring will come

The warmth will awaken

A new day begun.

The sap is all ready

To flow through the trees

The summer is calling

“Come shade us with leaves!”

--B. Pent

REVIVE OUR HEARTS

The winds of change are blowing fast

Amidst the graying shades of light

While hearts once burning bright and clear

Are falling prey to dread and fear.

Where is the joy when first we met

The Carpenter of Nazareth

When love tore through a world in shame

And victory conquered in His name?

Is it perchance the world's allure

Has turned our eyes toward other gods

While we refuse to bear His cross

And for His sake count all things loss?

The Trumpet-Call will soon announce

The coming of our Lord and King!

The world will never find their way

Until ablaze, we watch and pray

REFRAIN

Lord! Shine upon us once again

Remove the sins that mar Your Name

Restore the Spirit's quickening power

That we may serve each day and hour.

B. Pent

THOUGHTS & OPINIONS

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THE HEART OF LOVE

We are so prone to walk away

When duty calls for us to share

The oil of grace, the wine of joy

So others know we really care.

We look for ways to show our thanks

For what the Lord has done for us

Yet fail to see, that outstretched hands

Are needing loving hearts to trust.

If just a cup of water shows

How much we claim to own His Name

Then shouldn't we do what He commands

And bind the wounds still held by shame?

The world can only understand

How God can fill the troubled heart

When by our love we show to them

His peace that never will depart.

--B. Pent