Christian Poetry
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WORTHY IS THE LAMB

As I bow before the Throne Room
in Honor to the King.
I hear the Angels singing,
and their Hallelujahs ring
The sound of Thanks,
the sound of Praise,
begins to fill to air
I bow in reverence, I bow in awe,
as I begin to stare
I gaze into his Holiness,
this wonderful Lamb of God
Who bore my sins, and took the grief,
the one whose face was marred.
They laughed at Him,
they spat on Him,
they pierced Him in His side.
He hung right there,
without a word, for you and me he died.

But I see Him NOW, in His Majesty,
as He sits upon the Throne Clothed in Jasper,
adorned with Onxy, there's every precious stone.
The splendour of His presence, begins to fill the room
His Glory begins to permeate,
unlike the sun or moon.
For the Brightness of His Glory,
is all the light we need.
Just listen as he talks to God
your ease he ALWAYS pleads

My friend I love to worship Him,
to bow before His Throne
You don't have to come with me,
I'll go myself alone
For he's WORTHY of the GLORY,
and all the HONOR too.
The POWER, MIGHT, DOMINION,
to Him IT ALL IS DUE

WORTHY is The Lamb of God,
my Lord Who shed his blood
He raises up a standard, when satan comes like a flood

WORTHY is the Lamb of God,
the King above all kings
Worthy is the Lord of lords,
that's what my spirit sings
WORTHY, WORTHY, Lamb of God,
the lifter of my head
WORTHY, WORTHY, Lamb of God,
for me You died instead
WORTHY is the Lamb of God, that's what the Angels shout
Your WORTHY of the HIGHEST PRAISE,
of this there is no doubt!!!

Hallelujah . . . .
Worthy . . . . Worthy . . . . Worthy . . . . Worthy . . . .

He is worthy to be praised!!!

Author unknown

THE MAN IN THE GLASS

When you get what you want in your struggle for self
And the world makes you king for a day
Just go to the mirror and look at yourself
And see what that man has to say.

For it isn't your Father or Mother or wife
Whose judgement upon you must pass.
The fellow whose verdict counts most in your life
Is the one staring back from the glass.

Some people may call you a straight shooting chum
And call you a wonderful guy,
but the man in the glass says you're only a bum
If you can't look him straight in the eye.

He's the fellow to please, never mind all the rest
For he's with you clear to the end,
And you have passed your most dangerous, difficult test
If the man in the glass is your friend.

You may face the whole world down the pathway of life
And get pats on the back when you pass,
But your final reward will be heartache and tears
If you've cheated the man in the glass.

written by Harry Holland Upchurch
Sent In by Kaye T



I THREW A FIT

Lord, I threw a fit, today.
You see, I didn't get my way.
I expected too much of others.
I didn't take time to pray.

I tried to do things my way,
Instead of doing them for you.
I ranted and raved and carried on.
I threw a pity party or two.

Lord, I threw a fit, today.
My frustration took first place.
I carried on, with an attitude.
I was ahead, running the rat race.

Then, you smiled and touched my heart,
And I saw the footprints in the sand.
I suddenly felt so ashamed,
As I reached over and took your hand.

I slowed my pace, beside you,
And I felt the glory of your way.
Lord, can you ever forgive me
For the fit I threw, today?

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