Were It Not

We deserve the fire that burned up Sodom
We are owed the brimstone and the smoke
We are no less wicked, we are no less wrong
It is time to look beyond ourselves for hope

Were it not for Yahweh of Hosts,
Were it not for His One and Only Son:
We would be destroyed in a moment
We would be forever ruined!

He stands with open arms to receive us
His eyes strain to scan the horizon line
His Father-voice commands the joyful feast
In His embrace He says, “You are Mine!”

Were it not for Yahweh of Hosts,
Were it not for His One and Only Son:
We would be destroyed in a moment
We would be forever ruined!

So, come to Him, you weak and heavy-laden
Come to Him and lay your burdens down
Weeping is for only one night staying
But joy comes with morning’s glorious crown

Were it not for Yahweh of Hosts,
Were it not for His One and Only Son:
We would be destroyed in a moment
We would be forever ruined!

10-12-2015

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Zephaniah’s Song

The coming Day is fearful:
A dreadful Day of darkness,
A Day of death and destruction,
A Day of trouble and distress.

Seek the LORD, you humble ones;
Turn to Him from your disgrace.
Turn away from evil in you;
Seek righteousness, a hiding place.

Sing for joy! Shout for gladness!
Clap your hands and dance today!
Rejoice with all your heart and soul:
Your Savior takes your sins away!

He makes low the nations’ pride
He stops all their injustice
He purifies even His own
He justifies His righteousness

Sing for joy! Shout for gladness!
Clap your hands and dance today!
Rejoice with all your heart and soul:
Your Savior takes your sins away!

Jesus is a Mighty Warrior
His joyful songs are our peace
Forever we are His delight
His love will bring us quiet rest

9-1-2015

Return to Me

Return to Me
Zechariah 1:1-6

When we walked in our own ways
Your anger burned against our sin
We ignored Your holy word
And closed our hearts time and again

“Return to Me,” You would say;
“Return to Me, I’ll make you new;
Return to Me,” You would say,
“And I will return to you.”

Now in You we’re born again
And through Your Son we can draw near
But we still stumble and fall
And our weak hearts rejoice to hear

“Return to Me,” You still say;
“Return to Me, I’ve made you new;
Return to Me,” You would say,
“My Spirit lives in you.”

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