Beautiful Christmas C(h)ord

Throughout Christmas many different videos appear.  This is one of my favorites this year and I hope you enjoy it as much as I have. Be inspired, remembering that the birth of Jesus CHANGES EVERYTHING.

Lyrical Mondays: “My Hope Is Built On Nothing Less”

English: Boulders, Embleton Bay Embleton Bay h...
(Photo credit: Wikipedia)

For this week’s “Lyrical Mondays” we are reflecting on the lyrics from the song, “My Hope Is Built On Nothing Less.”  As you read these lyrics may your heart be blessed and your spirit realigned to that which is the foundation of our lives, Jesus Christ.

My hope is built on nothing less
Than Jesus’ blood and righteousness.
I dare not trust the sweetest frame,
But wholly trust in Jesus’ Name.

On Christ the Solid Rock I stand,
All other ground is sinking sand;
All other ground is sinking sand.

When darkness seems to hide His face,
I rest on His unchanging grace.
In every high and stormy gale,
My anchor holds within the veil.

On Christ the solid Rock I stand,
All other ground is sinking sand;
All other ground is sinking sand.

His oath, His covenant, His blood,
Support me in the whelming flood.
When all around my soul gives way,
He then is all my hope and stay.

On Christ, the solid Rock I stand,
All other ground is sinking sand;
All other ground is sinking sand.

When He shall come with trumpet sound,
Oh may I then in Him be found.
Dressed in His righteousness alone,
Faultless to stand before the throne.

On Christ the solid Rock I stand,
All other ground is sinking sand;
All other ground is sinking sand.

Written by Edward Mote

“Why should I gain from His reward?”

How Deep The Father's Love for Us

Recently I have found myself deeply moved and touched by the words of songs.  I have decided that I would share a few songs in hopes that they may move your spirit as they have moved mine.  May you reflect, lament, allow an impression to be made on your heart and then rejoice over the words that you are about to read.

How deep the Father’s love for us,
How vast beyond all measure
That He should give His only Son
To make a wretch His treasure

How great the pain of searing loss,
The Father turns His face away
As wounds which mar the chosen One,
Bring many sons to glory

Behold the Man upon a cross,
My sin upon His shoulders
Ashamed I hear my mocking voice,
Call out among the scoffers

It was my sin that left Him there
Until it was accomplished
His dying breath has brought me life
I know that it is finished

I will not boast in anything
No gifts, no power, no wisdom
But I will boast in Jesus Christ
His death and resurrection

Why should I gain from His reward
I cannot give an answer
But this I know with all my heart
His wounds have paid my ransom

“How Deep The Father’s Love For Us”

Stuart Townend