Search not God’s skies for special, personal signs
To know his will, as ancient man appealed
For knowledge in entrails and crooked lines.
The center: what God desires has been revealed —
He finds that way who goes to Scripture to read.
In the Bible’s words his perfect will is sealed;
There every soul shall find the pleasing deed.
No greater question to ask before the Lord:
“What must I do to be saved?” The written Word
Gives answer: Believe in Christ, obey his command,
Repent, be immersed, in grace and confidence stand.
Work ahead and do tomorrow’s
task today, not yesterday’s.
Avoid the lazy and late man’s sorrows—
While others pay, the planner plays.
The Son of Man was heaped with shame,
Stripped of dignity, the strain of sin
Upon his shoulders, pain of many:
The suffering Servant paid the ransom,
Freed all those in fear of death.
We share the Savior’s shame, his work
Scorned by worldly sinners, rejected
By rebellious scoffers, hated
By those determined to change his will—
Our hands hold the holy key.
For crime or sin, let no Christian suffer;
Let life be pure, our light undimmed
By doubt or fear or disobedience—
Let Christ be all and the Cross our glory,
Let heaven feed our daily hope.
The soul, unseen, is born and seeks
It’s maker—moves body and mind in space
And time—distracted by temptations,
Sights, and sounds—direction lost,
The path beyond in pale outline,
The fading flower falls from the vine.
The cold of winter seeps into my bones,
My body aches, my limbs are hard to move,
The heavy air would lull my eyes to sleep;
The chill of sin, the chains of self remove:
The first and fiery love help me to keep,
Devotion, zeal, and faith may Jesus prove,
Let not decisions be unmoving stones.
The plan fulfilled, the promise kept,
The Christ has come, for man to accept;
Before time was, and space and matter,
The goal was set, by blood and water,
To save mankind in spiritual birth,
Good news to spread in all the earth;
No word of God’s has ever failed:
When to the cross the Lord was nailed,
He struck and crushed the serpent’s head,
In triumph raised from among the dead.
One glorious promise yet remains:
Christ comes to take us to heaven’s domains.
In the quiet corner, alone,
Far from voices, in the still,
I seek you, Lord, to understand,
To know your ways, to do your will.
From emptiness to fullest blessing,
From tears of grief to joy’s increase,
From hard estrangement to love expressing:
In you I find unceasing peace.
The Lord of worlds and Launcher of suns
Inserted himself in human space;
No house or home to pillow his head,
He restored to man the holy place.
There’s nothing in the world for me:
No tenderness, no pleasure free
Of pain and death, no love that’s pure,
No higher reason, no good secure.
In Christ are all the gifts of God,
No giving of his is fleeting or flawed;
In him my every need is filled,
And life itself where the Lord was killed.