A Communion Hymn

Come, O soul, for thou art weary;

Rest at My table here.

The bread you'll find life-giving,

My wine thy soul shall heal.

Come, O soul, for thou art weary,

And the war is raging fierce.

Find a refuge in My glory,

Come and at My altar kneel.

Come, O soul, for thou art troubled;

Rest in My arms awhile.

My strength is never waning;

Come and rest thy heart from guile.

Come, O soul, for thou art troubled!

Trust My hands thy griefs to bear.

And thy strength shall be as doubled,

As thy burdens we will share.

Come, O soul, for thou art hurting;

I all thy prayers have heard.

In thy quiet moments, Child,

Find strength within My word.

Come, O soul, for thou art hurting!  

Know I bled and died for thee.

Look up and know I love you;

Come and live thy life with Me.

10.02.2016

Bethany

Come, at My altar kneel,

Child of Heav'n.

Here, at My mercy-seat,

Where thou art forgiv'n.

Here, in My love complete,

Hear the old strain repeat,

"Come, find thy ransom here,

Child of Heav'n."

Come, find forgiveness here;

The world leave.

And in My perfect peace,

Healing grace receive.

Know I have heard thy plea!

Come and rest at My feet.

Find in My will a sweet

Peace unto Heav'n.

See there the Cross arise;

Thy debt was paid.

There, in the grave so still,

Jesus was laid.

Risen on Easter morn!

See now thy Living Lord!

Death's sting now wholly scorn;

Live unto Heav'n.

See, in the clouds He comes!

Zion returns!

All tears are washed away;

From your sins now turn.

Thy robe is holy white;

Find now the Lord's pure light.

Zion with love shines bright;

Light unto Heav'n.

(Sing to Bethany, or Nearer, My God, to Thee).

Zion Is Coming

Zion is coming, so be of good cheer.

Where Mine are standing, not one should fear.

Follow the pathway that leads to the end;

I am thy Father, Redeemer, and Friend.

Zion is coming; O hurry! make haste!

For of that Kingdom not all shall taste.

Remember My laws and hold them so close;

I shall redeem thee from thy old foes.

Zion is coming, and all shall want in,

But shall the righteous, the ones without sin,

Be granted a refuge from evil abroad.

Do not forget Me; I am thy God.

Zion is coming, and rest shall I grant,

To Mine own Saints who seeds of faith plant.

Do not lie idle, for night shall soon come,

And I with Zion shall bring you My Son.

9.15.16

Unnamed Poem -- Home

I wandered down a wide, wide road,

And felt so sharp my sinful load.

"He couldn't love me still," I said,

"For the things I've done, the road I've tread."

And so I kept along my path,

Filled with hatred and with wrath.

"How could He love me still?" I cried;

Sure to His love I once had died.

And yet I heard a voice; it called to me:

"My child, come!  Rest at My feet!"

"You can't love me," came my cry,

"You cannot love a sinner such as I."

“Oh, yes, I would, My child dear,”

Came the voice; I felt a tear.

“Why should You, Lord above the earth?”

“I made you; I’ve kept you since your birth.”

“But Lord, I’ve sinned; still I walk this way.”

“My child, come, repent this day.

I can give you all you need,

If only on this Bread you’ll feed.”

And so I turned and went to the Cross,

And at His feet I laid my dross.

“Take it, Lord, and make it Thine;

Here I’ve come, to rest at thy shrine.”

He wrapped me in His arms of love,

And I felt the richness from above.

“How long I’ve called unto thee,

Thou child of Mine, ‘Come unto Me!’”