Born of the seed of David,
Declared to be Son of God,
Rightful Ruler of heaven and earth,
Whom angels worship and laud.
Lion of the tribe of Judah,
Sinless Savior- God’s Passover Lamb,
Alpha- Omega, Beginning and End,
God Almighty and Great I AM.
Mark Tinjum – 2016
The heart grows colder,
When it finds no delight,
In a child’s laughter,
Or a hummingbird’s flight.
Sometimes longing love for my Savior,
Like a tidal wave crashes within,
And my thirsting soul cries out in worship,
To the Lamb whose blood cleanses from sin.
Other times the water is peaceful and still,
And I thank Him for calming the waves,
But I need Him no matter what seas I face,
He alone parts the waters and saves.
Mark Tinjum – 2016
It’s not just the astonishing number of stars,
But the vastness of distance between,
That leads me to bow down and worship in awe,
Before Lord God Almighty unseen.
Mark Tinjum – 2015
Hidden
God hides for a season
The beauty of leaves
Beneath the chlorophyll,
So that He can delight
Our eyes in the fall
And give us a colorful thrill!
Colors
God paints the clouds
A bright golden hue
The earth lush and green
The sky softer blue
But His most precious color
Is the deep crimson red
That flowed from Christ’s side
His feet, hands and head.
Mark Tinjum – 2015
The One who owns the whole universe,
Was born in a borrowed stall,
To set us free from the enemy,
And the curse of mankind’s fall.
At the Lord’s earthly dedication,
To His heavenly Abba above,
All His family had to offer God,
Was a lowly turtle dove.
When His family was called to flee,
From the wrath of a murderous king,
God provided for His beloved Son,
By the treasures three wise men would bring.
God’s precious and priceless gift to men,
Life’s Author, the universe Builder,
Was sold as a common criminal,
For a paltry few pieces of silver.
At His death a rich man’s kindness,
Provided place for His body to rest,
But of all the kings who have walked this earth,
He was richer and exceedingly blessed.
Mark Tinjum – 2015
The wealthiest, wisest Man,
Who ever walked the earth,
Was born in a borrowed stable,
Laid in straw at His royal birth.
But the bright angelic choir,
Knew the wonder of what God had done,
The rescue God planned before time began,
Was set in motion by the birth of His Son.
Mark Tinjum – 2016
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