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at the foot of the cross

Author: Mark Page 27 of 33

Whose Children?

Children scrounge for a morsel in garbage dumps
While we sit on our piles of gold,
We walk our safe and pleasant streets
While God’s children are bought and sold,
We  sweep it all under the carpet
As Christ commands for orphans be bold,
So what will we answer the King of kings
When He comes back as Scripture foretold,
I can’t speak for anyone anyone else
But my excuses are getting old,
For where would we be if Christ treated us
So callously, meanly, so cold?
We’d be naked, hopeless and helpless
With no Samaritan to help on the road.

Mark Tinjum   –   2015

The Knock

Countless children orphaned,
At the hands of injustice and war,
Victims of mankind’s lust and greed,
While we’re busy at play and ignore,
But Christ watches over and weeps,
At the plight of the helpless and poor,
Will we show them His love, grace and mercy?
Or ignore their knocks on our door?

Mark Tinjum   –   2015

Marvel

We heap praise on him and marvel,
When a man jumps four feet high,
And barely acknowledge the existence,
Of the God who made earth, sea and sky.

We heap praise and give glory to mortal men,
Who can briefly defy the earth’s gravity,
While we stiff arm away the only One,
Who can save us from sin and depravity.

Mark Tinjum   –   2016

Behold

If we tried to behold with earthly eyes
The surpassing greatness of Christ,
By His brilliance and brightness we’d be undone
So for now a veiled glimpse must suffice,
For His glory and power are beyond us
And our finite minds can’t comprehend,
So let’s just be content to draw nearer each day
To the God who has called us His friend.

Mark Tinjum   –   2016

Where To Begin

Sometimes when my God meets with me
In the garden of my heart,
I see the walls all broken down
And don’t even know where to start.

Sometimes He mercifully shows me
The thistles and weeds of my sin,
And it grieves me deeply to see and know
The shape my heart truly is in.

But the Lord is the Master Re-builder
Of broken and battered lives,
And by His kind, patient pruning,
The fruit of the Spirit thrives.

So if you think you’re beyond all hope
And you’re ready to just give in,
Offer your heart into Jesus’ hands
And let the Master begin…

Mark Tinjum   –   2015

A Prince Among Men (Tribute To tim)

A meek, humble man, uncommon
Gracious in word, deed and pen,
Eyes lovingly looking to Jesus
He was truly a prince among men.

His joy was contagious and winsome
He laughed with the joy of a child,
For he knew that his Father was with him
That through Christ he had been reconciled.

He befriended the helpless and hopeless
Spoke in love what is true and what’s right,
He stood by the side of family and friends,
And brought light on a dark day or night.

He touched the lives of many
Was so generous with all he possessed,
He reached out to those less fortunate
Truly lived out the life he professed.

He preferred to be called a servant
Sought to serve and not to be served,
He knew that grace was the gift of God
That no one can earn or deserved.

He is now singing praise to the Savior
Gladly casting his crown at Christ’s feet,
He’s now with the Lord he loves and adores
And his joy is now full and complete.

Oh dear timothy, how I miss you!
You’re a once in a lifetime friend,
I thank God for our time spent together,
That in Christ this life isn’t the end!

Mark Tinjum   –   2015

Small Beginnings

The Maker looked lovingly at the seeds in His hand
Each barely an eighth an inch long,
And smiled and nodded approvingly
As the other trees broke out in song,
The little seeds little knew at that time
The great lesson that God was showing,
Or the noble cause for which they were made
And the honor that He was bestowing,

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