Resting
Resting in my Savior's love,
Looking up to Him,
His love flowing from above,
Gives me peace within.
Come to Me my Savior said;
In My presence live.
My back is broad...my arms are strong...
To Me your burdens give.
For you I bore a heavy cross
Of suffering and pain.
You came to Me so long ago...
O come to me again.
I will bear your cross with you,
The way to heaven show,
And in your pain I'll give you joy,
A foretaste here below.
Now rest My child within My love,
A love that fills My heart,
A love that waters cannot quench,
And never more depart.
David Bingham
Upsalla, Sweden
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Trouble
Oh Lord I am in trouble
And enemies surround
Accusers they are many
I walk on shaking ground
Around me there is darkness
And many wish me ill
Speak evil of my stand for Truth
But You are with me still
Your precious saints surround me too
Yes, I am not alone
And many love and pray for me
Before Your heavenly throne
My faithful wife is at my side
Whose loved me many a year
This trouble drives us closer still
We share both joys and tears
If I must suffer for Your sake
I trust upon Your Word
It is an honour and a joy
To suffer with my Lord
Lord I will trust in You today
And every day to come
For You will guard me unto death
Safe to my heavenly home
David Bingham
Upsalla, Sweden
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Eternity Knocking
When death comes knocking at my door
And says "It�s time to go"
"It�s time to leave this fleeting life
and all the things you know"
Then horror grips my saddened mind
And faith�s put to the test
Do I believe that God is Love
And that His will is best?
But Lord, I�m only sixty years
Must I leave all I love
My wife, my work, my home, my friends
And live with you above?
How can I leave my precious wife
Companion of my heart?
How can we bear to separate
And live in worlds apart?
How can I bear her loneliness
As she grows old and grey
I want to be there at her side
Her faithful love repay
How can I leave my work undone
The lives that I might win
To teach of Him whose death can give
Eternal life within?
How can I leave my precious friends
The mirrors of my soul?
Must I abruptly say "Farewell
My life has reached its goal"?
Pain squeezed my body in its vice
Death stared me in the face
God seemed so very far away
And darkness took His place
But then my Father showed His love
In this my darkest hour
He sent His angels to my aid
He showed His love and power
His rod and staff they comfort me
Within the valley deep*
My Shepherd never leaves my side
And will His promise keep
So if I stay or if I go
Within His will I rest
He takes me in His arms of love
He knows the way that�s best.
*Psalm 23
David Bingham
Upsalla, Sweden
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Vessel For The Master
A lump of heavy, sticky clay
Carved from a river bed
But now within the Master�s hands
I am no longer dead
For He with love does fashion me
Into a vessel fair
The contours of His skillful hands
Forever will be there
For He has molded me with love
To serve a purpose good
And daily He completes His work
Till I am what He would
Pressures both gentle and severe
From Providence are sent
His hands are working through them all
To perfect His intent
So peacefully within His hands
I trust His skill and power
And beautiful emerge to serve
In the appointed hour
Make me a vessel of your love
To hold refreshment sweet
To every suffering person found
Wounded along Life�s street
Pour out of me the oil and wine
That can their wounds assuage
And let them see within my form
A vessel Love has made
David Bingham
Upsalla, Sweden
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Five Little Stones
We are five little stones for God
Our fellowship so sweet,
And we have met these fourteen years
Around the Master�s feet.
When all the world is going mad
And rushing after sin
The weekly meeting in our home
Helps keep us close to Him.
For here we talk and here we pray
With confidence and faith
And many answers we receive
Given in God�s love and grace.
And as we read Your holy Word
New truth to us You give
Open our spirit�s inner eyes
And show us how to live
When David would Goliath slay
He went down to the brook
And to be used within his sling
Five rounded stones he took.
(Read 1 Samuel 17)
And with his weapon primitive
He did a giant kill
And saved his people from the wrath
Of enemies from hell.
We are but five stones from the brook
Lord take our pleas so weak
And with our worship mingle them
As you, dear Lord, we seek.
Yes, out of weakness make us strong
And powerful in your hand
And may our prayers bless and revive
Your folk in many lands.
O what a fellowship so deep
As we seek Your face and sing!
A fragrance from a coming world
The fragrance of our King.
David Bingham
Upsalla, Sweden
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Precious Gift
Silently as snowfall
Comes the precious gift
And with the gift the Giver
Living in our midst
Who will recognize Him
Come to us this day
In a manger humble
Sleeping on the hay?
Shepherds heard the story
From angels in the skies
That the King of glory
In a stable lies
Wise men saw the dawning
Of His natal star
Sought Him with their treasures
From their lands afar
Herod tried to kill Him
Feared His holy power
But the hate of sinners
Could not Life devour
Mary pondered all things
In wondering thoughtfulness
Who was this special person
Sleeping at her breast?
Silently as snowfall
Comes the precious gift
And with the gift the Giver
Living in our midst
David Bingham
Upsalla, Sweden
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Waiting
As in a doctor�s anteroom I wait,
Waiting to hear my name called at the gate.
The gate where we the body leave behind,
And head off to eternal life sublime.
Sometimes I weary of my sojourn here,
And though I have no need to shed a tear,
I tire of this barren, desert place,
And long for heaven and my Father�s face.
Still, while I�m waiting for the angel�s call,
I�ll use my aging body�s powers all,
And pit my mind to put the wrong to flight,
And light my candle in a world of night.
David Bingham
Upsalla, Sweden
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Knocking
Loved one, I am knocking
At your heart�s closed door.
Open my beloved,
I will show you more.
More than you could dream of
In a thousand years.
Love that you have longed for,
Comforting your tears.
You in many places
Tried to meet your needs.
Only I can give you
That for which you plead.
Look upon my body,
Wounded for your sins.
I have paid the ransom,
Give you peace within.
And my faithful friendship
Follows all the way,
Comfort in your sorrows,
Strength for every day.
Open my beloved
When you hear my voice.
Listen to my wooing.
Make my heart rejoice.
David Bingham
Upsalla, Sweden
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