Posts Tagged ‘lost’

This is a poem written by my daughter Christina Wilson.

 

I began to dwell in my thoughts

Does He love me or not

It seems in my mind

The devil has me in knots

 

Over and over again

How I repeat my own sin

The devil has me confused

My life is what’s bruised

 

It’s in my mind that I dwell

My voice wants to tell

Of God’s great grace

How He spared me from hell

 

I now dwell in my thoughts

Does He love me or not

It’s His voice that I hear

How He draws me so near

 

 

© Copyright By Christina Wilson, All Rights Reserved 2017

Christ humbled Himself and became a man

He came with a message obeying God’s plan

He would bleed on the cross to save man’s soul

For this was said by the prophets of old

He came to die to set man free

On a cross that was meant for me

Death could not hold Him in the grave

It was for the lost and broken He came to save

He was raised to life on the third day

Ahead of us He prepared the way

He heals the sick, the lame and the lost

If you want to follow Jesus you must count the cost

He gave us His Spirit to be our guide

Our heart is where His Spirit resides

I used to be broken with a hole in my heart

Until I met Jesus, He gave me a new start

© Copyright By Bart Hickey, All Rights Reserved 2017

Let’s fix our eyes upon Jesus

The author of our faith

Through love is how He sees us

To obey Him is the way

Let’s fix our eyes upon Jesus

A call on our life He placed

The cross is how He freed us

We respond to His call in faith

Let’s fix our eyes upon Jesus

His grace we could never earn

He said He would never leave us

Through trials is how we learn

Let’s fix our eyes upon Jesus

Our ways we must count the cost

His love is what frees us

When He died upon the cross

Let’s fix our eyes upon Jesus

His ways we must learn to obey

His love is how He sees us

When we trust Him all the way

Hebrews 12:1-2

Therefore let us also, seeing we are compassed about with so great a cloud of witnesses,

lay aside every weight, and sin which doth so easily beset us, and let us run with

patience the race that is set before us, looking unto Jesus the author and perfecter

of our faith, who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising

shame, and hath sat down at the right hand of the throne of God.

© Copyright By Bart Hickey, All Rights Reserved 2017

For most of my life I hadn’t a care

I wore a mean mask that put on a scare

I was guided by the bondage of fear

That developed over many a year

Hardship and heartache led to choices that were flawed

Leading me to wonder, is there a God

Pushing thru life without any rest

My choices and decisions were skewed at best

Toiling and turning was the event of the day

Always leaving me to wonder is there another way

Sobering up I got squeaky clean

But never got rid of the mask that was mean

It wasn’t until I invited Him in

That I was freed from the bondage of sin

What I received was forgiveness and grace

That day on the cross Christ took my place

I’m a new creation the old life is gone

This new life I live with no mask on

© Copyright By Bart Hickey, All Rights Reserved, 2011 through 2017

Lord I will not be shaken

Even tho in my boots I am quaking

It is You that I find hope in

Even tho I am broken

Lord I will not be moved

Even tho satan is smooth

You are the rock in which I stand

As long as I reach up for Your hand

You will never lead me astray

For this Your Word does say

I will never have to worry or fear

Because You will draw me near

Your arms are always open wide

You said You’d never leave my side

The same Spirit that rose Christ from the grave

Is the same Spirit that leads me today

Lord you are my strength

As long as I don’t keep You at arms length

You are a promise from God

In You, forever I will be Awed

© Copyright By Bart Hickey, All Rights Reserved, 2011 through 2016

The King of Israel is born

Unto a world that is sinful and torn

He came for Israel’s lost sheep

But their old ways they’d rather keep

Many miracles He did perform

The Pharisees treated Him with scorn

He healed the sick and the lame

The blind got to see without shame

He had love for all that were lost

His love got Him hung on a cross

Or was it sin that put Him upon that tree

The broken He came to set free

He rose from the grave on the third day

It’s to Him we are thankful we pray

The world is still broken and lost

I am thankful that He hung on that cross

He still comes for all that are broken

His love is what we find hope in

© Copyright By Bart Hickey, All Rights Reserved, 2011 through 2016

Are you lost and broken,

And can’t find your way

 

Have no place to live

Therefore you stray

 

Are you thirsty and hungry

With nothing to eat

 

Cold in the winter

With no shoes on your feet

 

Have you lost your cloak

With no shirt on your back

 

Feel all alone

Running from satans attack

 

Are you broken and lost

With no place to go

 

Turn to the Lord

It’s His way He’ll show

 

He’ll guide you and keep you

He’ll show you the way

 

He will teach you to be humble

He will teach you to pray

 

He will draw you in close

He will draw you from afar

 

He will teach through His Word

He will heal all your scars

 

He is calling you out of darkness

And into the light

 

He wants no one to be lost

He gives Eternal Life

 

 

© Copyright By Bart Hickey, All Rights Reserved, 2011 through 2016