WE ARE HIS
The beat of the heart
The throb of the pulse
Each breath that we take
Each note of our voice
When we hear a new sound
When we see a great sight
As we smell a sweet rose
As we take a light bite
We move all our limbs
We think with our brain
We smooth with our hands
We sing a refrain
Whatever we do
Whatever we say
Whatever we think
Whatever we pray
We belong to our Maker
We owe Him a lot
This wonderful body
With God's blood was bought
We're special to Him
God redeemed us to be
His chosen vessels
>From sin we're set free
We owe Him our body
We owe Him our mind
Through us He can show
His love to mankind.
Copyright 1997, Kathryn Terrell
ON GROWING OLD
Lord, I can't do what I use to do
Without growing tired and sore.
My pep is gone too soon it seems,
And the aches I can't ignore.
I walk with a faltering step, Lord.
I see with my dimming eyes.
Sometimes my voice grates now,
And my mind is full of sighs.
This earth is growing old too,
We all have worn it down.
Cold hearts of the human race, Lord,
Have rendered it unsound.
Oh, for the day when you come, Lord,
When You make my body anew,
When You refresh my mind, Lord,
And take me home with You.
What wonderful bliss, I'll know, Lord,
As I leap and walk with a spring.
No sorrow, no pain or loss then,
What joyful songs I will sing.
Copyright 1997, Kathryn Terrell
VOICE
Do you know the Spirit's voice,
Do you recognize the sound,
Or are there other voices
Swirling all around?
Listen to God's Spirit,
As you read His word.
Then you can be sure
It was God's voice you heard.
Self will try to lead you
Far from Jesus side.
Be sure the mighty tempter
Shall not be your guide.
Let the Saviour lead you
In the path of right,
Then the Holy Spirit
Can help you in your fight.
Hear the voice of Jesus
Speak to you each hour,
Thus your place in heaven
Is gained by His great power.
Copyright 1997, Kathryn Terrell
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