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Hymn

 When storms arise
And dark'ning skies
About me threat'ning lower,
To thee, O Lord, I raise mine eyes;
To thee my tortured spirit flies
For solace in that hour.

The mighty arm
Will let no harm
Come near me nor befall me;

Thy voice shall quiet my alarm,
When life's great battle waxeth warm--
No foeman shall apall me.

Upon thy breast
Secure I rest,
From sorrow and vexation;
No more my sinful cares oppressed,
But in thy presence ever blest,
O God of my salvation

Paul Laurence Dunbar
Paul Laurence Dunbar, Poet

Paul Laurence Dunbar (June 27, 1872 – February 9, 1906) was an American poet, novelist, and playwright of the late 19th and early 20th centuries. Born in Dayton, Ohio, to parents who had been enslaved in Kentucky before the American Civil War, Dunbar began to write stories and verse when still a child; he was president of his high school’s literary society. He published his first poems at the age of 16 in a Dayton newspaper. 

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Jesus is my Valentine

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JESUS IS MY VALENTINE

Jesus is my Valentine.
The lover of my soul.
He gave the perfect gift of love.
His life laid down for mine.

He’s written His words of love,
Laid out His plan to save
Pages bound with scarlet thread
A message in His blood.

He did not only pay for me;
He paid the world to save.
Each broken heart made well again
To eternal life, the key.

I’m betrothed to Him, His bride to be.
He’s coming back and soon;
My bridegroom longs to be with me,
So He’ll not tarry long.

Jesus is the righteous judge,
Wicked souls will meet their doom.
But as for me, I’m washed in blood,
His robe of white I donned.

Is Jesus your Valentine?
Does His blood your sins blot out?
There’s only one whose love can save,
One special Valentine.
Copyright MaryBeth Mullin

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O, Sweet Jesus

O, SWEET JESUS!

O, sweet Jesus, baby boy
Your gentle hand will guide
Generations to the promised land
Sinners justified

By Your birth you testified
The Father’s faithfulness
By Your death upon the cross
You taught obedience

O, sweet Jesus, meek and mild
In rugged manger born
You chose the humblest entry point
not even one was scorned

Shepherds, the most lowly
You revealed Your birth to them
Wise men from afar off
Believed and worshiped then

Twas not to high and lofty ones
With knowledge, power, prestige
But to the humble, foreign men
From waiting a reprieve.

From Bethlehem to Golgatha
Wasn’t far to walk
But every step the Father’s will
You would never balk

O, sweet Jesus, born to die
So sweet your baby hands
But later they would pierce them thru And kill the precious lamb

I know the end
All is not lost
Like Jonah and the fish
Three days passed, You rose again
having paid the cost

O, sweet Jesus, hear my prayer
You died for me I know
But now I want to live for You
And make my heart Your throne

O, sweet Jesus, Lord of all
King o’er every King
Come quickly for your church to take
Your praises we will sing

But ‘til you come I pray to be
A light upon a hill
your name I want to lift up high
Bring glory, do your will

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BABY JESUS, BORN TO DIE

Baby Jesus, small and soft
born that star-filled night
for ages prophets had foretold
Light to pierce the night

Your heavenly home You left behind
put eternal things aside
to enter human time and space
a temporary home.

why would You,
Almighty King
Lord of all the Lords
come down to earth to be with us
so far below Your throne

the cross it is the centerpiece
instrument of pain
see where blood was flowing down
the lamb on it was slain

O Jesus, help me see the truth
Your life was not in vain
Your coming was to meet my need
Yours a blood sacrifice

the living, it was needful
without blemish You were found
yet dying was the pinnacle
my sin stain it removed

in dying You gave your life for me
propitiatory substitute
in rising You opened eternity
rendered the accuser mute

a baby born to humble means
lain in a manger bare
is only part the story told
look further if you dare

the only true and living God
the one they call “I AM”
He kept His promise in the child
He sent His Son, the Lamb

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I awake to Thee

Today I awake to Thee, Sweet Jesus
today I awake to Thee

My thoughts scurry to the work
I bid them quiet be

I take the water of the Word
and wash myself in it

And then with pen and journal
I in Your presence sit

I find my joy as I wait on You
and hear Your voice again

 

MaryBeth Mullin

Copyright 2018

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YOU

YOU

I breathe in Your Spirit . . . my troubles scatter

I know they lurk in the darkness for another chance to plague me.

I am Yours forever;

how could I forget?

I am precious in your sight.

You have taken me from darkness and judgment

and translated me into the kingdom of Your incredible light.

You

the Light

banish the darkness that threatens me

My enemies are no real threat

You are holding me.

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Racehorse

Racehorse

Something
Someone
caught my eye
hooked my interest
ensnared my heart

I feel Your restraint
on me
I sense Your restraint
on him

waiting like racehorses
at the gate
snorting, stomping
chomping at the bit
Your bit
we’re under Your yoke

Abba
I’m so sorry
Abba
I’m so sorry I wasn’t better
wasn’t braver
didn’t protect my heart
didn’t protect my purity
didn’t safeguard my soul

All my treasure I gave away
cast before swine
squandered on the roadside

I don’t have my gift
to give to him
the him you choose
for me

I rushed love
I wasted love
I lost love
who can find it?

I love You
only You
I need You.
I know You.
I know Your plans for me.
I know Your heart for me.
I know the alternative.
I know I’m safe with You.

So I wait at the gate
I keep my eyes on You
Abba

I don’t want
to want
or even think of
what You don’t have for me
Copyright 2018

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