The Gift

The beauty of the One and Only,
Who is Full of Grace and Truth,
Is that The Word forsook His glory,
That chains of sin might be loosed.

He became a bond-servant,
Wore garments of man,
He took on our darkness,
So condemned we will not stand.

Freedom and peace
And blessings abide.
Clothed in righteousness
As a blemish free bride.

We have been given a gift
In which to delight.
Believe it with your heart,
And live it with your life.

The Christmas Story

No Ordinary Baby
Miracles surrounded His birth.
Foretold from the beginning.
He would come to change the Earth.

Angels pronounced.
A righteous man pleads.
To prepare the way,
The Baby John is conceived.

Mary a Virgin
Destined to be married.
Joseph a man,
Simply seeking a peaceful life
And a family.

The Holy Spirit upon her
Gives Life to He
The One and Only
The One bearing Eternity.

They traveled to Bethlehem
In obedience to the king.
Mary gives birth
Baby Jesus is splendor and majesty.

In a cave where temple lambs are slain,
In a manger
Baby Jesus was lain.
He would forgive sins once and for all,
No more need to pass them along.

No, no ordinary baby.
The shepherds would see.
A host of angels singing
Glory to Thee.

Simeon and Anna-
No one more righteous than they-
Proclaimed and prophesied
What they’ve waited for, for days.

Out of fear they fled to Egypt, what a dreaded place.
It must have brought feelings of fear and captivity
The stories of old passed down for generations,
I wonder if Mary and Joseph felt unsafe.

But did they know
The one they protected
Would bring release, restoration,
And love until all have been perfected.

Did they know He would heal and forgive
Past, present and future?
So much freedom and love
He would die so all could live.

Not ordinary at all –
But a special miraculous being.
God himself
In a small sweet human body.

The Word made Flesh
Was given to us,
To fulfill the law
And to give us a special gift.

We can all choose to believe
This was not so ordinary
This baby we celebrate came
Bearing the gift of Life Eternally.

Follow

The dust from your feet,
I don’t want to shake it.
One step behind you
It’s the only way I can make it.

Everywhere you go,
I want to follow.
Smelling, Seeing, Tasting
Without you my heart would be hollow.

Teach me dear Lord.
My Savior, My Rabbi
Grant me your wisdom-
Your ways are so high.

I want to be your disciple.
Forever watching and seeing
Your miracles, your teachings,
Your love never fleeting.

Oh, the dust of your sandals,
The ones I am unworthy to untie.
I’ll never follow another,
Only you can satisfy.

Jesus, My Savior,
My heart is yours.
The dust from your feet,
Lord, give me more.