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Holy Saturday   1 comment


Posted April 20, 2019 by Lana G! in Bible Verse Photos, Grief, Jesus, Joy, Photo, Saturday

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Sunday Worship – There Will be a Day   4 comments


There Will  be a Day
by Jeremy Camp

I try to hold on to this world with everything I have
But I feel the weight of what it brings, and the hurt that tries to grab
The many trials that seem to never end, His word declares this truth,
that we will enter in this rest with wonders anew

But I hold on to this hope and the promise that He brings
That there will be a place with no more suffering

There will be a day with no more tears, no more pain, and no more fears
There will be a day when the burdens of this place, will be no more, we’ll see Jesus face to face
But until that day, we’ll hold on to you always

I know the journey seems so long
You feel you’re walking on your own
But there has never been a step
Where you’ve walked out all alone


Troubled soul don’t lose your heart
Cause the joy and peace he brings
And the beauty that’s in store
Outweighs the hurt of life’s sting

I can’t wait until that day where the very one I’ve lived for always will wipe away the sorrow that I’ve faced
To touch the scars that rescued me from a life of shame and misery this is why this is why I sing


Posted February 8, 2009 by Lana G! in Faith, Grief, Heaven, Hymns, Photo, Photography, Praise, Worship

Good Friday   2 comments


The Wonder of the Cross

O PRECIOUS SIGHT, my Saviour stands,
Dying for me with outstretched hands.
O precious sight; I love to gaze,
Remembering salvation’s day,
Remembering salvation’s day.

May I never lose the wonder, the wonder of the cross
May I see it like the first time,
Standing as a sinner lost.
Undone by mercy and left speechless,
Watching wide-eyed at the cost.
May I never lose the wonder the wonder of the cross.

Though my eyes linger on this scene,
May passing time and years not steal
The power with which it impacts me,
The freshness of its mystery,
The freshness of its mystery.

Behold, the God – Man crucified,
The perfect sinless sacrifice.
As blood ran down those nails and wood,
History was split in two,
History was split in two.

Behold, the empty wooden tree,
His body gone, alive and free.
We sing with everlasting joy
For sin and death have been destroyed,
Sin and death have been destroyed.

Vicky Beeching
Copyright © 2007 Thankyou Music


Posted March 21, 2008 by Lana G! in Christianity, Good Friday, Grief, Jesus

Going Home   4 comments


Precious in the sight of the LORD is the death of his saints.
Psalm 116:15

Going Home

Going home, going home
I’m just going home
Quiet light, some still day
I’m just going home

It’s not far, just close by
Through an open door
Work all done, care laid by
Going to fear no more

Mother’s there expecting me
Father’s waiting, too
Lots of faces gathered there
All the friends I knew

I’m just going home

Nothing’s lost, all’s gain
No more fret nor pain
No more stumbling by the way
No more longing for the day
Going to roam no more

Morning Star lights the way
Restless dreams are gone
Shadows gone, break of day
Real life has begun

There’s no break, there’s no end
Just living on
Wide awake with a smile
Going on and on

Going home, going home
I am  going home
Shadows gone, break of day
Real life has begun I am going home

I’m just going home


My precious cousin Vera passed away this last week.  We grieve yet we have hope! We will see her when we too go through the open door and meet her there!  She is with her Morning Star – singing in His courts songs of praise and worship to her Savior!


Posted December 7, 2007 by Lana G! in Faith, Family, Grief, Heaven, hope, Lyrics, Music

Sunday Hymn – Beyond the Sunset   10 comments


Virgil P. Brock told how he wrote this favorite hymn about heaven:

This song was born during a conversation at the dinner table, one evening in 1936, after watching a very unusual sunset at Winona Lake, Indiana, with my blind cousin Horace Burr and his wife, Grace.  My blind cousin excitedly remarked that he had never seen a more beautiful sunset.

“People are always amazed when you talk about seeing,” I told him. “I can see,” Horace replied. “I see through other people’s eyes, and I think I often see more;  I see beyond the sunset.”

The phrase “beyond the sunset” and the striking inflection of his voice struck me so forcibly, I began singing the first few measures.  “That’s beautiful!” his wife interrupted. “Please go to the piano and sing it.”

We went to the piano nearby and completed the first verse.  Before the evening meal was finished, all four stanzas had been written and we sang the entire song together.

Beyond the Sunset

Beyond the sunset, O blissful morning, when with our Saviour heav’n is begun.
Earth’s toiling ended, O glorious dawning; beyond the sunset when day is done.

Beyond the sunset, no clouds will gather; no storms will threaten, no fears annoy;
O day of gladness, O day unending, beyond the sunset, eternal joy!

Beyond the sunset, a hand will guide me to God the Father, whom I adore;
His glorious presence, His words of welcome,will be my portion on that fair shore.

Beyond the sunset, O glad reunion with our dear loved ones who’ve gone before.
In that fair homeland we’ll know no parting-beyond the sunset for evermore!