A CHRISTMAS PRAYER

O God of Love, we stand amazed
That One so pure in radiant Light
Should stoop to offer saving grace
To our rebellious human race.

O Lamb of God how can it be
That flesh should clothe Your Deity
And birth from Mary's womb, a Plan
Your Blood, the Gift, for sinful man!

O Breath of God, Whose Spirit fills
The barrenness of our human heart
Remove all dross, ignite the flame
That we might glorify Your Name!

O Church of God, the hour's near
The Bridegroom soon will call us Home!
Proclaim His Word, we soon shall meet
To cast our crowns at Jesus' feet!
B. Pent

OUR AWESOME GOD

Awesome Father from Your glory
Unapproachable in light
Angels bow in adoration
In the splendor of that sight.

Awesome Jesus intercessor
At your feet our sins we lay
Wash us in Your cleansing Fountain
Free to worship and obey.

Awesome Spirit in your fullness
Fill these temples made of clay
So the worship that we offer
May bring praise to you today.

Refrain
Oh the wonder of your Presence
Clothed in holiness and light
Awesome God our risen Savior
We lift praise with all our might
B. Pent 

MY BOUQUET OF THANKS

I'm walking today through my garden of praise
Picking fresh flowers to brighten my days
Thinking of all that the Lord has bestowed
Counting each blessing to lighten my load.

Cutting the stem of a beautiful rose

Fragrance and beauty each petal disclose
Thorns of anxiety led me astray
Calvary's love gently blew it away.

Lilies of peace that are gathered in tears
Precious reminder God's freedom from fears
Christ's blood-bought family are part of His plan
Bright'ning His Table with gifts from His hand.

Think of your flowers this Thanksgiving Day
Gath'ring bouquets as a tribute of praise
Bring them as gifts to the Father above
Jesus the Source of all blessings and love.
B. Pent

WOUNDED

The wounds are deep that trouble me
Its pain seems more than I can bear
The broken pieces of my past
Are hard for me to want to share.

Why did the Light that marked my path
So quickly change to gripping fears?
Why did God's peace that gave me rest
Now fill my eyes with blinding tears?

It's hard to bear this cross alone
I need a Friend to share my pain
If Jesus is the truth, the way
Let me not call to You in vain!

"Jehovah-Healer meet my need
Restore your peace in every part
I claim by faith in Jesus' name
The Victor's crown within my heart!"
B. Pent

DISAPPOINTMENTS

There are times in life we carry
Disappointments and distress
And we try to find its meaning
During days of loneliness.

When a pledge for life together
Finds love’s dream walk out the door
Bitter anguish knows no measure
Like a death, life is no more

If your dearest friend has failed you
And its tearing you apart
Or you feel you’ve been forsaken
There’s one Friend that won’t depart.

You are not alone this journey
These sharp thorns that mark your path
Are like those He bore on Calvary
To prepare you for life’s task.

So when disappointments tempt you
To give way to bitterness
Look to Christ the Source of comfort
He’ll bring joy and happiness.
Ben Pent
   

THE GHOST OF LITTLE JOHN DOE

Sixty-five million sweet faces appear
Torn from a womb without feelings or fear
Simply a blob of some tissue to scrape
Clearing the mind of some awful mistake!

Time that heals wounds are like ghosts from the past
Memories that haunt us with pictures that last
Children at play with such joy and delight
Then Little John Doe appears in the night.

Graduates receiving diplomas one day
Little John Doe could be seen in the fray
A medical doctor! Inventor! On stage!
To influence a Nation: a saint or a sage!
 
Where does this curse of abortion begin?
Is there forgiveness from this mortal sin?
Even though ignorance has driven the plan
God’s loving grace is extended to man.

Millions of children surrounding God’s Throne
Their Angels rejoicing! They’re all safely Home!
Each Johnny Doe wants the family complete
Give Jesus your burden find peace at His feet!
Ben Pent

 

TEARS

What have I done that tears should come my way
That sorrow's piercing sword should crush my soul
With hidden fears that trouble me today
And leave me helpless, torn, too weak to pray?

Death struck and buried all my hopes and dreams
The light of day has turned to darkest night
And memory past no longer whispers peace
But only haunting echoes are released!

The grave that stole the joy within my heart
And left tomorrows hopes all torn apart
Cries out in loneliness and deep despair
To hear some promise of God's love and care.

The One Who sees each tear fall from our eyes
Was wounded for our sins and crucified
He conquered death to set the captive free
So take His hand and claim the victory!
B. Pent