I don’t desire
To be a good man
In order to earn salvation,
I’m saved so I seek
To be a good man
To show I’m Christ’s new creation.
Author: Mark Page 31 of 33
“Not My will but Yours be done,”
Christ proclaimed in Gethsemane’s garden,
Solemnly knowing what He had to do,
To purchase the sinner’s full pardon.
His sweat became mingled with life-giving blood,
On that night of most anguished prayer,
His friends fast slept from weariness,
Though Christ had told them beware.
You hold all of creation
In the palm of Your hand
From the most majestic mountain
To the tiniest grain of sand
The diversity of all Your creation
So intriguing and filled with wonder
The fragrance of roses in springtime
The power of lightning and thunder.
Mark Tinjum – 2016
The Master had preached about servant hood,
That for righteousness they should all thirst,
While those at the table were quarreling,
About glory and who would be first.
They thought He would ring in the kingdom,
Through force and a mighty right hand,
But He gave them much more to think about,
While He taught them of God’s holy plan.
God lavishes love on His children
And every spiritual blessing in Christ,
To turn us away from this sinful world
By which we’re so easily enticed.
I don’t need a PhD
In religion or theology
To drink of the sweet mystery
Of the God who died and rose for me.
I don’t need high society’s pedigree
Or a two thousand year old family tree
Nor an earthly king’s edict or man’s decree
To know who I am and was meant to be.
By the foolishness of my own hands
I’ve burned many my share of bridges,
I’ve scaled treacherous mountain peaks
Then fallen down hard from their ridges.
I’ve soared on wings of eagles
And trod where angels don’t dare,
I’ve experienced joy inexpressible
And sunk deep in the pit of despair.