Listening to Lent — If You Tarry

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Come, ye sinners, poor and needy,
Weak and wounded, sick and sore;
Jesus ready stands to save you,
Full of pity, love and power.

Refrain

I will arise and go to Jesus,
He will embrace me in His arms;
In the arms of my dear Savior,
O there are ten thousand charms.

Come, ye thirsty, come, and welcome,
God’s free bounty glorify;
True belief and true repentance,
Every grace that brings you nigh.

Come, ye weary, heavy laden,
Lost and ruined by the fall;
If you tarry till you’re better,
You will never come at all.

View Him prostrate in the garden;
On the ground your Maker lies.
On the bloody tree behold Him;
Sinner, will this not suffice?

Lo! th’incarnate God ascended,
Pleads the merit of His blood:
Venture on Him, venture wholly,
Let no other trust intrude.

Let not conscience make you linger,
Not of fitness fondly dream;
All the fitness He requireth
Is to feel your need of Him.
~Joseph Hart

When we are comfortable,
well fed,
not in longing~
we are slow to respond to the call,
tending to tarry in satiety.

It is in our times of need
and soreness
and worry
that we reach out, frightened,
to find it is then
we are the most fit to be received
into His arms.

 

Listening to Lent –Mountains Call

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  1. The love of God is greater far
    Than tongue or pen can ever tell;
    It goes beyond the highest star,
    And reaches to the lowest hell;
    The guilty pair, bowed down with care,
    God gave His Son to win;
    His erring child He reconciled,
    And pardoned from his sin.

    • Refrain:
      Oh, love of God, how rich and pure!
      How measureless and strong!
      It shall forevermore endure—
      The saints’ and angels’ song.
  2. When hoary time shall pass away,
    And earthly thrones and kingdoms fall,

    When men who here refuse to pray,
    On rocks and hills and mountains call,
    God’s love so sure, shall still endure,
    All measureless and strong;
    Redeeming grace to Adam’s race—
    The saints’ and angels’ song.
  1. Could we with ink the ocean fill,
    And were the skies of parchment made,
    Were every stalk on earth a quill,
    And every man a scribe by trade;
    To write the love of God above
    Would drain the ocean dry;
    Nor could the scroll contain the whole,
    Though stretched from sky to sky.
    ~Frederick Lehman

 

Each photo taken of the horizon
of our farm’s surrounding mountains
and silhouetted trees,
of glowing colors and hues
in clouds and sky,
is my mere attempt to scribe
for the record
the love of God
unchangeable
strong
pure
coming from above
reaching down
to touch
even one
such as me.

Listening to Lent — In the Morning When I Rise

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In the morning, when I rise
In the morning, when I rise
In the morning, when I rise, give me Jesus
Give me Jesus,
Give me Jesus,
You can have all this world,
But give me Jesus

When I am alone
When I am alone
When I am alone, give me Jesus
Give me Jesus,
Give me Jesus,
You can have all this world,
But give me Jesus

When I come to die
When I come to die
When I come to die, give me Jesus
Give me Jesus,
Give me Jesus,
You can have all this world,
You can have all this world,
You can have all this world,
But give me Jesus
~Jeremy Camp

Those who know me well
know I fret and worry
better than most.
Medical training makes it worse.
It teaches you to think catastrophically.That I do, for a living,
to always be ready for the worse case scenario.

When it comes to my own aging body,
it isn’t hard to come up with worse cases.

When I rise, sleepless,
to face a day of uncertainty
as we all do at times,
I reach for the certainty I know
to comfort me
body and soul
when I am afraid~
give me Jesus.

Listening to Lent — By and By

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Some bright morning when this life is o’er
I’ll fly away
To that home on God’s celestial shore
I’ll fly away.

Chorus:
I’ll fly away, oh Glory
I’ll fly away in the morning
When I die Hallelujah, by and by
I’ll fly away.

When the shadows of this life have gone
I’ll fly away
Like a bird from these prison walls I’ll fly
I’ll fly away.

Oh, how glad and happy when we meet
I’ll fly away
No more cold iron shackles on my feet
I’ll fly away.

Just a few more weary days and then
I’ll fly away
To a land where joys will never end
I’ll fly away.

When I die Hallelujah, by and by
I’ll fly away…
~Albert Brumley

Most of us don’t want to let go
of this familiar soil,
rocky and muddy as it is.
By and by may seem too far
but it could be today.

As I’ve watched folks die,
it is not so much flying away
but letting go of here
to be led there to that new home,
picked up and carried
to a Hallelujah by and by.

 

Listening to Lent — Church With Broken Wings

 

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Men of faith rise up and sing
Of the great and glorious King
You are strong when you feel weak
In your brokenness complete

Shout to the north and the south
Sing to the east and the west
Jesus is Savior to all
He’s Lord of heaven and earth

Rise up women of the truth
Stand and sing to broken hearts
Who can know the healing power
Of our awesome King of love

And shout to the north and the south
Sing to the east and the west
Jesus is Savior to all
He’s Lord of heaven and earth

And we will shout to the north and the south
Sing to the east and the west
Jesus is Savior to all
He’s Lord of heaven and earth

We’ve been through fire, we’ve been through pain
We’ve been refined by the power of Your name
We’ve fallen deeper in love with You
You’ve burned the truth on our lips

Shout to the north and the south
Sing to the east and the west
Jesus is Savior to all
He’s Lord of heaven and earth

And we will shout to the north and the south
Sing to the east and the west
Jesus is Savior to all
Yes, He’s Lord of heaven and earth

Rise up church with broken wings
Fill this place with songs again
Of our God who reigns on high
By his grace again we’ll fly

Shout to the north and the south
Sing to the east and the west
Jesus is Savior to all
He’s Lord of heaven and earth

Yeah, we will shout to the north and the south
Sing to the east and the west
Jesus is Savior to all
He’s Lord of heaven and earth

Yeah, we will shout to the north and the south
Sing to the east and the west
Jesus is Savior to all
He’s Lord of heaven and earth

Yes, He’s Lord of heaven and earth
Yes, He’s Lord of heaven and earth
Yes, He’s Lord of heaven and earth
~Robin Mark

There is much wrong with the church overall,
comprised as it is
with fallen people
with broken wings
determined to find flaws in each other
in doctrine, tradition, beliefs.

What is right with the church,
is who we sing to,why we sing,
whose body we are part of
despite our thoroughly motley messiness:
Our Lord of Heaven and Earth.