Broken And Beautiful

As we break this bread
As we drink this cup
Lord we remember

How You gave Your life
On a brutal cross
Lord we remember

This is the way
You’ve chosen to save
This is the way You make all things new

Broken and beautiful
Extravagant love
Prodigal grace

Broken and beautiful
God’s perfect justice
Mercy’s embrace

As we break this bread
As we drink this cup
Lord we remember

It was for my sin
That Your flesh was torn 
Lord we remember

Brian Doerksen and Josh Fox
© 2008 Integrity’s Hosanna! Music/ASCAP and Shining Rose Songs (adm by Integrity’s Hosanna! Music)/ASCAP

 

“In Christ Alone”
Words and Music by Keith Getty & Stuart Townend
Copyright © 2001 Kingsway Thankyou Music

In Christ alone my hope is found;
He is my light, my strength, my song;
This cornerstone, this solid ground,
Firm through the fiercest drought and storm.
What heights of love, what depths of peace,
When fears are stilled, when strivings cease!
My comforter, my all in all—
Here in the love of Christ I stand.

In Christ alone, Who took on flesh,
Fullness of God in helpless babe!
This gift of love and righteousness,
Scorned by the ones He came to save.
Till on that cross as Jesus died,
The wrath of God was satisfied;
For ev’ry sin on Him was laid—
Here in the death of Christ I live.

There in the ground His body lay,
Light of the world by darkness slain;
Then bursting forth in glorious day,
Up from the grave He rose again!
And as He stands in victory,
Sin’s curse has lost its grip on me;
For I am His and He is mine—
Bought with the precious blood of Christ.

No guilt in life, no fear in death—
This is the pow’r of Christ in me;
From life’s first cry to final breath,
Jesus commands my destiny.
No pow’r of hell, no scheme of man,
Can ever pluck me from His hand;
Till He returns or calls me home—
Here in the pow’r of Christ I’ll stand.

  

When Spring Unlocks the Flowers

When spring unlocks the flowers to paint the laughing soil;
When summer’s balmy showers refresh the mower’s toil;
When winter binds in frosty chains the fallow and the flood;
In God the earth rejoiceth still and owns his Maker good.

The birds that wake the morning and those that love the shade;
The winds that sweep the mountain or lull the drowsy glade;
The sun that from his amber bower rejoiceth on his way,
The moon and stars their Master’s Name in silent pomp display.

Shall man, the lord of nature, expectant of the sky,
Shall man alone, unthankful, his little praise deny?
No; let the year forsake his course, the seasons cease to be,
Thee, Master, must we always love, and Savior, honor Thee.

The flowers of spring may wither, the hope of summer fade,
The autumn droop in winter, the birds forsake the shade;
The winds be lulled, the sun and moon forget their old decree;
But we, in nature’s latest hour, O Lord, will cling to Thee!

Words by Reginald Heber

Happy Blue Monday!  Have you ever wondered how bands get their instruments on airplanes and to their destination safely? 

Here’s how it’s done….

I would not want to be the baggage handler on this flight!

For more Blue Monday posts, head on over to Sally’s!