Carry On

Thy Countenance

How to see Thy countenance, O Lord

Darkness of blind sin cannot permit

A glimmer of Thy light upon us, toward

Without faith, desperate hours do so befit

Through veil we cannot see Thee, thus prevail

The path so twisted, sinewy, misused

Straighten with Thine hands and set the sail

Our sea of vile unrighteousness imbued

Though blessings come and go, on Thee depend

Not faith in charm, nor cross, iconic glass

For Thou art God, no onset and no end

No other in whom to worship, to surpass

O Blessed One, on bended knee we bow

To give Thee praise with words and hymns of love

Though myriads of trials Thou would allow

To bring us nearer to Thee, O Glorious One

How to see Thy countenance, O Lord

Before daft pride and trampled under foot

We fall down to our knees to pray, adore

We’re but just filthy rags and murky soot

Upon Thy yoke we turn to Thee and say

Receive our hapless burdens of despair

To Thee our pains and sufferings we lay

And all the earthly wickedness and cares

O Gracious One, O Majesty on high

We worship Thee with heart, soul, mind, and yet

Through tests and trials we look for Thine reply

To comfort those in pain and stark regret

We seek to find the one true God above

With depth of grace, who conquered sin and death

Who hung on cross, humility in love

In Thee, we find tranquility and rest

The Cornerstone

On Resurrection Day

Reflect to know the truth

The Sacrificial Lamb

Has paid the price for you

His anguish draped in blood

Was needed to repay

Defiant Adam’s stain

With selfless driven love

Through spikes, unrighteousness law

Lies crushed beneath the cross

He washed away all sin

To save us from the fall

This Cornerstone becomes

Our purpose of all reason

Rebirth is born anew

The promise life eternal

What trials could justify

The lives that we enliven

When Christ was born to die

So we could be arisen

Please bow your heads in prayer

And listen to the Word

Be perfect for the Lord

His love was shown for you

Humility in grace

Though nailed upon the cross

The curtain torn in two

Now, separation lost

We’re born to Him through pain

He took upon our sins

The very least we can

In giving worship, praise

Is recognize the loss

For our immortal gain

He did it all for us

The consequence, the cross

No act or work of love

Could ever truly pay

For that which Christ has done

On Resurrection Day

Be thankful and give praise

For through Him we’ve been saved

Now live as truly free

The gift that you’ve been given

This gift of Resurrection

The promise of new life

With Christ right by your side

Eternal compromise

A Prayer

Lord, my Lord

I follow You

Though the path be poorly lit

Though the sin in me convicts

I shall not fall, in You, I trust

In faith, the cross of glory must

Resurrect me from my lurid past

I am redeemed, no longer cast

O gracious Lord, I follow You

Lord, Jesus Christ

I follow You

Cleanse me from deceit and lies

Secure the path from darkened skies

I cannot see, please light my path

Beyond my sin, the aftermath

To live in trust, in harmony

The love You give, my destiny

Beloved Lord, I follow You

Lord God of Hosts

I follow You

It’s not enough that knowledge boasts

Or in belief in You, engrossed

But trust in God, above all else

The stench of pride before me melts

The glory road of Christ is seen

Who strips the sinner’s varnish clean

O mighty Lord, I follow You.

O wondrous Lord

I follow You

I bow down to my knees and cry

The tears of joy, a lullaby

No words could ever say, explain

The majesty, Your Son, Your reign

My life, it’s all I have to give

I died to self, Lord Jesus lives

Redeemer Lord, I follow You

My only God, I follow You

Man of Sorrows

Despised, this Man of Sorrows

Lay hung on cursed tree

This burdened weight of humankind

Transgressed iniquity

Whose ransom cast for many

Marks of savagery remain

To fill the cup of Majesty

Propitiation pain

Who could forsaken take His place

No scapegoat could endure

The wrath of Abba as He turned

His back on One so pure

Bloodied cross, the Lamb is hung

Trespasses thick as nails

Disgraced, the crown of thorns belongs

To sinners all, we failed

His heavy burden suffocates

The torture, pangs to breathe

As Jesus tries to lift us