Saviour Will Provide

How will we recreate; What the Devil does obliterate? In God’s love we’ll abide! I will seek God’s face. And incur God’s grace: The Saviour doth provide, What’s lost by technology, The waste of biology; God makes no evil drug. Rather we’ve the favour Of our Lord and Saviour. Nothing swept under the rug. Pray for restorations Of the lost generations. God’s will be done. For we are blessed And seek God’s rest: The Saviour’s Kingdom come. To God be all the glory. This our endless story: To the peoples send, Praise the Father, Praise the Son of Father, Praise Spirit, world without end. Amen.

Redemption

These notes I sing, voice quivering, Arthritic fingers play, someone someday might like; That's as redemtion as calculation As whatever cost as Jesus blood lost: To save this mispent life, our needless strife, Our fallen race, with favour from His face. He atoned for our sin. God made the offerin'. Spirit come into our lives. Then this feelbe rises. When it's glory to the Father, honour to the Son, Praise to the Spirit, binds us as one, Builds a holy city, moving on the Way, Sends us to Heaven, our deliverance day. There we'll sing power, play forever. Dominion to the Three. How we're set free. Amen, amen, amen, amen!

When we don't

When we don't have the words to express your love When your ways are more than the stars above Give us a dream that won't be crushed Our restless spirits make them hushed Fill in our void with your grace That reaches us is as deap as space Encompass us the whole human race May we live again in the light of Jesus face

from last Mon.

This isn't the 7th day. It is Sun. This isn't a day for sports, shop. It is Sun.; a day of rest. You have to work. It isn't my fault. It is Sun,: I don't shop. And I don't want you working on my property. It is Sun. You have family coming over to yours. It is Sun. Get together with them at a place of Worship. You can't relax, recover? Try this Sun.!

from Chapel, Fri., 8th Mar. '24

We're all dreaming of being high and mighty. At some point we lose the vision of the Immaculate; We don't know the time we'll meet Lord Almighty: We ask what is the need of an apostulate? But one day we'll see the Maker and King In the sky: dead, living, sinner or saint; By and by we'll have to give a recogning. Poor will be exalted, strength bestowed on faint. But the high and mighty will be brought low. Or the rich and endowed will have far to go.

Yesterday afternoon in the Chapel of Perpetual Adoration

Just Tired I feel spent Too many misspent or wasted years I'm tired Just tired of whatever Issues we're aware of Lord Some only You know about All you care about Some only You care about For You know me better than even I know myself Jesus knows best What is best for me Like a Dad is proud of His child And I am Your child Father I'm in love with Him Your Spirit strengthens me You lift me up to Your cheek It doesn't matter what I'm tired of For I'm not tired with You Though I may sometimes act that way When whatever gets the best of me I choose You You renew, restore and revive me You've this hope for the world, for Your Church, militant, suffering and triumphant Victory over issues, grief and complaints! We trust in God Deliverence is in our God alone We grow in Love God is Love We yield a harvest in time A harvest of love, developement, peace and justice We shall turn our lives around Turn our world around Souls turn to You And You meet our need We will want no more You are all we need All we ever wanted Our provider Forever Amen

revised words for the tune Lord of all Hopefulness

Lord of all mercy, Lord of all sound Be our accepting path, fore end of ours found Give us your stillness and resting, in our minds today And on our journey Lord, straiten our ways Lord of all generous, Lord of all soul Be our fullness, be for us the dole Give us in our hearts healing, grant us sleep tonight Come fill us with Thy Spirit, that this morning be bright Lord of all goodness, Lord of all fair All creation worships, shows how much You care Eternal Your blessings, and endless our praise From the ends of the earth, let us thanksgiving raise