Virtuoso-David Phelps. . A handful of dust a worthless piece of clay. And you breathed the breath of heaven. Then there was a soul. The heart, the hands, the voice that could sing of your perfection.
Her head is laid upon my lap.. The highway sings a soothing lullaby.. My daughter here beside me. My little boy is in the backseat. Outlined by the headlights from behind..
Heavenly Father. We Love Your precious name. . It stands to reason that a name is just a word. It can be easily forgotten as soon as it is heard. But one name was spoken before the world's first day.
It's the only thing worth life and death.. It's the first moment and the final breath.. It's a broken heart keeping a solemn vow. And a lost soul being found..
I used to ride my bike down the street three miles. And no one ever thought about it twice. Cause everybody looked out for everybody else.. I was never ever, ever by myself..
Satisfaction. . You know it ain't about the money. Or the power. Or the fame. . It's not about a great position. It's not religion. It's not a game. .
No mountains ever moved one inch at my command. No waters parted at my feet. I'm just a witness to the wonders God can do. Through willing instruments like me.
The last thing that I remember. I think it was mid-December. I rolled out of bed to take on another day. Of bills to pay. Oh, I should have noticed the signs.
God in Heaven, hear my prayer. For the suffering here below. Of the innocent and pure. And the many without hope. . I am just a simple man. Still believing in a dream.
In the beginning there was the Word. Pure love was spoken to reach every man. They stopped and listened but all that they heard. Was language that they could not understand.
He was the kind of man that good men talk about. The way he showed his faith was how he lived it out. His hands were rough and calloused and his shoes were old and torn.
A shooting star tumbles down,. Its flame cannot endure.. A scarlet rose withers brown. To lose its fragrant lure.. The moon illuminates the night. To vanish at the dawn..
It was 1983. On a snowy Christmas Eve. With my family. And the Christmas tree and lights. . That was when it all went wrong. Someone turned the TV on.
Where are the signs? Which way should I go?. I planned each step but now I don? t know. Tomorrow is a chasm of uncertainty. But, I will go there, if You? ll go with me.
Forget what you've heard about Jesus. If it doesn't begin and end with love. Did you know that you are the reason. He decided that He had to come?. He doesn't care about what's in your past.