For as the lightning flashes and lights up the sky from one side to the other, so will the Son of Man be in his day. Luke 17:24
But for you who fear My name, the sun of righteousness shall rise with healing in its wings. Malachi 4:2

But far be it from me to boast except in the cross of our Lord Jesus Christ . . . Galatians 6:14
For I decided to know nothing among you except Jesus Christ and him crucified. 1 Corinthians 2:2
Let the motto upon your whole ministry be - "Christ is All!" - Mather

Saturday, September 28, 2013

"That's My King!" Who Became The Slave Of All And Ransomed His People From The Fall By Giving The Greatest Gift Of All!

James and John want a real high seat; To them the glory's really sweet; Their faith is mixed with pride – conceit; Yet Jesus loves His erring sheep; He'll redirect their prideful bleat; He died to make them whole – complete; He'd bow down and wash their feet; He gave His life – the life elite; And like a slave His back was beat; The Father's wrath He'd head-on meet; When on that cross His blood secrete; And all His people's sins delete; He rose up from the dead complete; The devil, hell, and sin defeat; And at His table we will eat; Who trust in Him – hate sin, deceit; In Christ we never shall retreat; But die to self and serve discreet; To serve like Him we will repeat; He changes hearts that do compete; It's others needs we'll seek to meet; All because He took the heat; And made our lives with Him so sweet!

That's my King!  Do you know Him?!

The bitter cup our Savior drank; He paid the ransom with no bank; All evil's hopes and dreams He sank; For He's our Rock – our battle tank; All enemies He will outflank; Above all powers He holds rank; And Him forever we will thank!
Our Christ became the greatest slave; He served the lowest, sinful knave; And gave His life for those depraved; So all His people He could save; His precious life for us He gave; And faced the Father's wrath so brave; He died – they placed Him in a cave; But then He rose up from the grave; So all your sins our God could waive; The path to righteousness He'd pave; And change the way that you behave; Upon His palms your names engrave; And now by faith you'll be His slave; And Him above all things you'll crave!

That's my King!  That's my King! 

Saturday, September 21, 2013

"That's My King!" Who Was Accused, Used, Bruised, And Spitefully Abused Then Rose Enthused So The Sting Of Death Would Be Defused And We Would Never Be Refused!

It's perfect Love Who leads the way; Toward death and pain and friend's betray; The Father's wrath His life would slay; But Love goes forth – He will not sway; Like a rock on strong display; His love for you won't turn away; To pay sin's debt the price He'll pay; And rise again without decay; So you can then forever say: "My Christ is all! – Him I'll obey!  His wondrous cross will be my stay!  A love past knowing I'll survey!"  All because He lead the way; Then died and rose that great third day!
In Christ you do not have to fear; In all your trials He will be near; Even if you face the spear; Or lose that one you held most dear; He'll be with you to dry the tear; For He will always love sincere; And He's the One Who is most dear; So rise and praise and sing and cheer; For Him Who died your sins to clear; He took upon Himself the sneer; And had His side pierced with a  spear; They spit on Him and beat severe; But He would live – come from the rear; Up  from the grave He did appear; He reigns o'er all in every sphere!

That's my King!  I wonder if you know Him today?!

He knows all things before they are; He knew from justice they'd stray far; He knew His body they would jar; And on His back they'd whip and mar; The crown of thorns His head would scar; They raised Him up on a crossbar; He died and rose – the morning Star; And lives forever with the scar; To love and change the way you are!
Jesus was made sin in our place;  Our wickedness and sin so base; He did, in love, it all embrace; And in return He gives us grace; For all our sins He did erase; And take upon His life disgrace; So we could be a holy race; And after God we wholly chase; We long to see His holy face; Who died and rose to give us grace!
When He died upon that tree; The greatest love of all we see; It passes knowledge – vast and free; It's deeper than the deepest sea; And from its grip you cannot flee; For holy living it's the key; So come to God – the One in Three; Turn from your sin – this is His plea; And trust the Son Who died for thee; Into His loving arms you'll flee; And there forever happy be!

That's my King!  That's my King!

Saturday, September 14, 2013

"That's My King!" Who Died And Gave Up Everything In Order To Salvation Bring So We Might Now Forever Sing!

"To follow You, we've left it all!" This Peter said while standing tall; There'd come a time when he would fall; Deny his Lord and shrink so small; But this our Lord did not appall; To save our souls He left it all; Though He's the biggest, He came small; And left His glory for the gall; Upon that cross, which was His call; God's wrath on Him would soon befall; He rose alive to reinstall; What's right and good to never fall; For He forever will enthrall; Since He's the Christ Who's all in all!

That's my King!  Do you know Him?!

Whatever you lose, Christ can repay; From His own fullness – He's the way; To joy and pleasure – bow and pray; For Him to be your heart's deep "Yea!"  Then when all things He takes away; You can with humble joy say:  "No sacrifice I've made this day!  For Christ is all to me – my stay!" He'll keep you stable in the fray; All earthly treasures He'll outweigh; O'er all your heart He will have sway; You'll long to follow and obey; Even the hardest things He'll say; Since He died to love display; And rose alive on the third day; He molds your heart in humble clay; So be a child and trust His way!

That's my King!  That's my King!


"Two young Moravians heard of an island in the West Indies where an atheist British owner had 2,000 to 3,000 slaves. And the owner had said, "No preacher, no clergyman, will ever stay on this island. If he's ship wrecked we'll keep him in a separate house until he has to leave, but he's never going to talk to any of us about God. I'm through with all that nonsense."

So there were 3,000 slaves from the jungles of Africa brought to an island in the Atlantic, there to live and die without hearing of Christ.

Two young Moravians heard about it. They sold themselves into slavery to the British planter and used the money they received from their sale to pay their passage out to his island for he wouldn’t even transport them.

As the ship left its pier in the river at Hamburg and was going out into the North Sea carried with the tide, the Moravians had come from Herrenhut to see these two lads, in their early twenties, off - never to return again - for this wasn’t a four year term, they sold themselves into a lifetime slavery.

The families were there weeping, for they knew they would never see them again. And they wondered why they were going and questioned the wisdom of it. As the gap widened and the housings had been cast off and were being curled up there on the pier, and the young boys saw the widening gap, one lad with his arm linked through the arm of his fellow raised his hand and shouted across the gap the last words that were heard from them - he cried out:


Paris Reidhead

Friday, September 6, 2013

"That's My King!" Who Does The Impossibly Hard Through His Body Scarred So From His Presence We Won't Be Barred!

It's hard for the rich to enter in; Love of money is gripping sin; This lust for wealth comes from within; May God show those like Benny Hinn; Who teach that money's how you win; That on God's Word they've put a spin; And though they teach this with a grin; They're leading millions into sin; With Christ alone we must begin; He's the poorest Who's ever been; No place for Him was in the inn; No home to live or rest therein; And on that cross they pierced His skin; He took the wrath of God for sin; And rose again so we can win; And follow Him Who's always been; By faith in Him we enter in; And though our paycheck may be thin; It's "Christ is all!" that makes us grin!

That's my King!  Do you know Him?!

A camel can't fit in the eye; Of the needle if you try; It's impossible – that's why; To man this saying does apply; You can't be saved – on man rely; But God can do all things – no lie; And to all works that He would try; Impossible does not apply; For on that cross Jesus did die; And rose alive now seated high; To all impossible defy; In Him to all sin say goodbye; Behind His back all sins will fly; If to Him by faith you'll cry; In love to you He has drawn nigh; He chose you first – made you comply; Opened your heart – He did apply; His saving grace you can't deny; We all must cry:  "Oh my God why?!  We don't deserve this grace supply!"  To earn His love we must not try; He freely gives to those who cry; And like a child on Him rely; Just humbly trust, and He thereby; Will grant you joys far past the sky!

That's my King!  That's my King!