BETHLEHEM'S CRY

It took nine months before that cry was heard!

The strangers could not find a room that night

Yet labor pains had forced them from the Inn

To find a stable bed to birth a King.

The Virgin Mary wiped His tears away

While Joseph cleaned the stable cave that day

The Baby's cry once heard on Christmas morn

Foreshadowed days His heart for man was torn.

One day beside the tomb of His dear friend

The Savior wept because of sin's dread curse

He later cried when Judah turned from grace

By spewing hate upon His thorn crowned face.

On Calvary's hill a painful cry was heard

“Oh! why have You forsaken Me, My God?”

Another cry soon echoed through the night

“Tetelestai! then Satan fled from sight.

One final cry will shake the world again

The Lord Himself from heav'n to earth descend

The Church in white will rise to meet the Groom

His promise to return is very soon.

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LORD MOST HIGH

Lord most Holy, in Your Presence

We are gathered round Your Throne

Seeking freedom from distraction

Finding joy in You alone.

Worldly cares and vain ambition

Garments stained by selfish pride

Lord, remove the sin that binds us

That Your Presence may abide.

Fill our hearts in holy worship

By Your Spirit sanctified

That in body, soul and spirit

You alone be glorified.

REFRAIN

Holy, Holy, in Your Presence

We bow down to crown You Lord

Lifting holy hands in worship

Bind our hearts in one accord.

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THE NAME OF JESUS

We stand amazed in your presence today

Where justice and mercy are written in blood

Forgiveness is granted, the price has been paid

Released from all bondage through Jesus is made.

Clothed in His likeness, transformed by His grace

Free from the shackles of sin and disgrace

Finding through Jesus the joy we have sought

Praising the One by whose love we are bought.

REFRAIN

Jesus, the name above all other names

Wonder in counsel and mighty to save

Father of ages and Lord over all

We lift our praises, before you we fall.

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IGNITE YOUR CHURCH AGAIN

The night is pressing in upon us, Lord

The gates of hell are opening wide

The only refuge that can guard us

Is the cross in which to hide.

The Church once bathed in holy passion

Seems to flounder on its way

The world, the flesh is so alluring

We've changed the Rock for straw and clay.

We hear the noise of distant thunder

The promises of later rain

A stirring deep within our soul, cries:

“Lord! Ignite Your Church again!”

Refrain

Breath of God, sweep through Your Church today

The hour of Your return is near

Renew our love, ignite the flame

To faithfully serve in Jesus name.

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ALMIGHTY SAVIOR

El Shaddai, Almighty Father

Elohim, Almighty Lord

You have raised us by Your mercy

Through the power of your Word

We lift high the Name of Jesus

Every knee before You bows

Heaven and earth proclaims Your glory

Holiness enthrones Your brow.

So in glad and full surrender

May Your Glory light the Flame!

Blessed, Blessed Holy Spirit

Worship crowns Your Holy Name.

Spirit bind us in Your fullness

Melt the dross, ignite the Flame

That in body, soul and spirit

Holy, blameless we remain!

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HERE IS SOME FOOD FOR THOUGHT

"A nation can survive its fools, and even the ambitious.  But it cannot survive treason from within. An enemy at the gates is less formidable, for he is known and he carries his banners openly. But the traitor moves among those within the gate freely, his sly whispers rustling through all the galleys, heard in the very hall of government itself. For the traitor appears not a traitor—he speaks in the accents familiar to his victims, and wears their face and their garment, and he appeals to the baseness that lies deep in the hearts of all men. He rots the soul of a nation—he works secretly and unknown in the night to undermine the pillars of a city—he infects the body politic so that it can no longer resist. A murderer is less to be feared  "---Cicero, 42 B.C.  

THE EAGLE'S BROKEN WING

How beautiful to see the Eagle fly

With wings of strength to soar the azure sky

The current winds that blow against the mountain peaks

Display in mystery's symbol what our Nation seeks.

The Eaglet's feel secure within their nest

They have protection near their mother's breast

No predator would dare to harm its young by day

Because the Eagle's power is near to thwart its prey.

At times the red tailed Hawk appears in sight

The threat of death seems certain in its flight

Distraction turns the Eagle's eye to other things

And suddenly the Eaglet lies with broken wings.

How subtle is the trap that bates its prey

As warning signs unheeded look away

What once was black or white we changed to gray

When first we pity, then endure, then disobey.

America, the land for freedom fought

With liberty and justice for each man sought

Because it has exchanged God's Word for earthly things

The Eagle's strength is gone because of broken wings.

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