Lord please make my life a sweet song,
That You would be pleased to sing,
A harmony and a melody,
That is fit for the Kings of kings,
Lord may you be pleased to rejoice over me,
With a song only you and I know,
May my life be a hymn of worship to You,
In tune with the grace You bestow,
And when the final note is sung out,
On this shadow world down here below
I’m so glad I will have all eternity,
To find new ways to praise and extol!
Mark Tinjum – 2016
By the precious blood of the spotless Lamb
We’ve been place on a glorious path,
One that’s good, true and righteous
We’ve been saved from Almighty God’s wrath,
For Christ dealt with our great problem
On the cross He took our guilt and sin,
And offers abundant grace and peace
To all who come to and through Him.
Mark Tinjum – 2015
Captain, King, Commander,
Prophet and Holy High Priest,
Ruler of both rich and poor,
From the greatest to the least,
Alpha, Omega, First and Last
The Word and the Great I AM,
Prince of Peace and Mighty God,
Judah’s Lion and God’s sinless Lamb.
Mark Tinjum – 2016
We don’t need to go across the world
Just a block or two away,
To share the love of Jesus Christ
With lost souls gone astray,
For Jesus came to seek and save
Our neighbors across the street,
And calls us to be the light of the world
To each man, woman, child we meet.
Mark Tinjum – 2016
God spoke and creation took shape and began,
He commanded and all things stood fast,
All things over and under the sun,
All things present and future and past.
Mark Tinjum – 2016
Oh the thought that the Savior loves me,
Overwhelms me and fills me with joy,
God’s love, grace and peace- a continual feast!
That the world cannot steal or destroy.
Mark Tinjum – 2016
God please open my eyes wider,
So that I can drink in and see,
The mysterious, wondrous beauty,
Of the Godhead Trinity.
To behold the heights of Your glory,
And the width, length, and depth of Your love,
Saving grace that’s beyond comprehension,
Tender mercies that flow from above.
The power of Christ and His kingdom,
More awesome than mind can conceive,
Father sharpen my spiritual senses,
So that when I can’t see I believe.
Mark Tinjum – 2016
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