| "Acts 8:37" #7 Grace by which all is acheived Above all to which is heed Given every chance to take a deed The good deed of He So as the gift is presented Take eternal life that's untainted With no exceptions to all who believe And, no, He will not leave For whosoever calleth upon His name Shall be saved in the same way As Phillip in Acts 8:37 put into promise If you believe with all of your heart To the Son of our Father, from Him to never impart So love Me with all your heart, soul and mind as Lord and Savior For to do this would be eternal Salvation into the Kingdom "For Love to me" #8 For Love to me is between my savior and me And for this I would willingly die For, as I see what life really is not merely a game of survival but is to be of the Great Revival! For the Church is the World and we are the audience of the Almighty Who is of the Great subriety As I have seen face after face I see none who has the assuredness as me save for the ones who know the Father as more than a dream For this Christ, offers some concilation For He will bring you to the place of eternal That, which is, in Him "There is a place to where... " #9 There is a place to where the stars shine and the moon smiles There is a place to where rainbows glow and rainforests grow There is a place to where the River flows to places unknown There is a place to where the birds fly high and green grass grows There is a place to where my hearts content and my mind's not bent There is a place to where my soul longs to go and my body cannot go There is a place to where there is tall trees and stingless bees There is a place to where my savior lives and the Maker is. There is a place which is called Heaven and I want to be there. "Precious on the stone of life" #10 God is precious on the stone of life And plants no strife And as we see what grows around the stone We are reminded of the sacrifice He made for the atoned For the blood was staining over two thousands years ago Life dwindles in comparison to what we think is here But when we look to the Father We know that we are never more near For he sits with us The Precious on our stone And as we grow around it We know that we are not alone |
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