Still on the Throne

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 When I’m weary and worn I should praise Him
 When I’m tattered and torn I should [praise Him,
 When I have many doubts
 Or my should is worn out
 I should lift up my hands and praise Him
  
 He is still on the throne, still on the throne of my heart
 He is Almighty God creator of heaven and earth
 When is seems there’s no reason
 That’s the best time to praise Him
 Give to God the glory that’s due to His name
  
 For He is worthy, worthy, worthy of all my praise
 He is worthy, worthy, worthy of all my praise

Music To My Ears

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 When I think about the fact
 That He left His royal throne
 I can’t help but praise His name
 When I think about the fact
 In a stable He was born
 I can’t help but praise His name
 When I think about the star
 That led the wise men there
 And the great angelic choir
 That the shepherds saw in fear
 When I think about His love
 To become a babe so dear
 I can’t help but praise His name
  
 Bless His name.  His mighty name
 The name of Jesus is so sweet and so fair
 Bless His name.  The matchless name
 The name of Jesus is music to my ears
  
 When I think about the fact
 He bore the stripes for me
 I can’t help but praise His name
 When I think about the fact
 That He died to set me free
 I can’t help but praise His name
 When I think about the pain
 That He endured for me
 How He gave His life for all
 That day at Calvary
 When I think about the grace
 That He poured out for me
 I can’t help but praise His name
  
 Bless His name.  His mighty name
 The name of Jesus is so sweet and so fair
 Bless His name.  The matchless name
 The name of Jesus is music to my ears
  
 I’ll sing His praise
 Every day
 With Loudest voice
 And hands up-raised
 I’ll lift Him high
 With all my might
 The wondrous name
 Of Jesus
  
 Bless His name.  His mighty name
 The name of Jesus is so sweet and so fair
 Bless His name.  The matchless name
 The name of Jesus is music to my ears

Meek and Mild

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 She came riding on a donkey
 From many towns away 
 Ready to give birth to her first child 
 The ride she took was rugged
 The trail sometimes was steep 
 Her journey would go on for many miles
  
 Joseph walked and held the reins
 Guiding her along 
 Wishing he could ease the pain she felt
 When they reached their destination 
 Relief did fill their souls
 They sought a room to settle for the night
  
 The innkeeper did all He could
 To find for them a room 
 But a stable was the only place he had
 Mary's child was born that night
 In a manger filled with hay 
 Wrapped in rags the blessed Savior lay
  
 Meek and mild
 Mother and child
 Filled all prophecy that night 
 Angels praised
 Shepherds gazed 
 Below the star so bright
  
 Shepherds watching flocks that night 
 Were summoned by the angels
 Go and see the babe in Bethlehem 
 He us Savior Christ to all
 Peace is what He brings
 Glory be to God in the highest 
  
 As they knelt before Him
 They realized their place
 As all of history would mark this day
 Simple lowly shepherds 
 Were called to be the ones
 They were the first to bow to Him and pray 
  
 Not the rich
 Not the mighty
 Not the ones in power
 He calls us in humility
 To worship Him this hour
  
 Meek and mild
 Mother and child
 Filled all prophecy that night 
 Angels praised
 Shepherds gazed 
 Below the star so bright

The Gifts of Christmas

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 I see them buying Christmas gifts everywhere I go
 They’ll wrap them all real nicely and tie them with a bow
 Underneath the Christmas tree they’ll make the children smile
 What a chance to share the love of Jesus with a little child
  
 He was born in a manger so many years ago
 Shepherds called by angels came to Him, bowing low
 Three kings came there to greet Him by following a star
 They brought gifts of great significance from afar
  
 One brought gold that shone like the noonday sun
 This gift was meant to show He was a king, a chosen one
 The riches He possessed were greater than that gold
 His victory on the cross is there for all to behold
  
 The second brought some myrrh, a gift of somber tone
 The anointing of the dead was how this gift was known
 It signified that He would die to take our sins away
 The fragrance of His sacrifice is still alive today
  
 The third gift was a vial of frankincense, oh so sweet
 It was used in the anointing oil of all the priests
 It signified that Jesus was a priest above them all
 And that our life would do well to answer to His call
  
 So this year when those gifts are underneath the tree
 See it as a moment of golden opportunity
 To tell the world of Jesus and how He is enough
 He came, He lived, He died to show us His great love

He Came to Die

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 At Christmas time we celebrate
 The Birthday of our Lord
 Born this day in Bethlehem
 A stable His abode
  
 Shepherds came to greet Him
 For an angel told them where
 They bowed before the little child
 While Mary looked on there
  
 He grew and started preaching
 Repent for God is nigh
 He healed all that would come to Him
 He taught them with no lies
  
 His message made the rulers made
 The planned to take His life
 But He knew all about their plans
 The prophets all were right
  
 We celebrate His birth today
 And rightfully we should
 But more important is the fact
 He came to die for you
  
 His purpose from the very start
 Was to give His life away
 Please don’t forget the price He paid
 On this Christmas day

He Came Down

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 Down from above
 Bringing His love
 The Savior came on Christmas day
 Babe in the hay
 Quiet He lay
 While angels proclaimed His praise
  
 Shepherds rejoiced
 They heard Angels voice
 To Bethlehem they made their way
 Bowing in honor
 Glory forever
 To Jesus who came as a babe
  
 He came down to save us
 He came down to free us
 From sweet little babe
 To sacrifice made
 He came down and gave us His grace
  
 I cannot imagine
 His love I can’t fathom
 That He would give up His throne
 His birth was obscure
 His life was a blur
 Only three years was this earth His home
  
 From lowly beginning
 To triumphant King
 He had to give all he had
 His death on the cross
 Was such a great loss
 But victory came in the end
  
 He came down to save us
 He came down to free us
 From sweet little babe
 To sacrifice made
 He came down and gave us His grace
  
 Emmanuel
 God with us
 The form of a babe
 The Lord of Lords lay
 Ready to redeem us all
  
 He came down to save us
 He came down to free us
 From sweet little babe
 To sacrifice made
 He came down and gave us His grace

There is a Hope

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 There is a hope that lives inside of me
 That sets the captive free
 There is a hope that all my enemies
 Will fall down at my feet
 There is a hope that one day I will bow
 Before His royal throne
 There is a hope that He is here with me
 I’ll never walk alone
 There is a hope
 There is a hope
  
 This hope is based upon the promise
 Jesus has given us forever
 His word is sealed in my heart and I won’t let go
 If I will stand before Him honest
 Calling His name He’ll always answer
 Where His Spirit is I know there is a hope
 There is a hope
  
 This hope brings life
 This hope brings freedom
 This hope brings deliverance
 This hope brings joy
 This hope is enduring
 This hope is assuring
 This hope is forever
 This hope is mine
  
 This hope is based upon the promise
 Jesus has given us forever
 His word is sealed in my heart and I won’t let go
 If I will stand before Him honest
 Calling His name He’ll always answer
 Where His Spirit is I know there is a hope
 There is a hope

Chosen Star

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 I look up at the stars
 And I see the Master’s plan
 He placed them one by one
 Before our time began
  
 All down through the ages
 Those stars have shown their light
 Always in formation
 To guide us in the night
  
 Then one night, a change was seen
 One star was singled out
 To shine much brighter than the rest
 A loud celestial shout
  
 On brightest star, Oh chosen star
 You shine your glorious light
 To lead us all to Christ the King
 On this most Holy night
  
 This star then found its special place
 To shine those brighter rays
 It took its place above a town
 Where God’s own Son was laid
  
 Three kings had seen the star so bright
 From lands so far away
 They came to bring gifts to the child
 In a manger filled with hay
  
 Gold, because He’s royalty
 As priest, the Frankincense 
 Myrrh, anointing for His death
 Which would be so intense
  
 On brightest star, Oh chosen star
 You shine your glorious light
 To lead us all to Christ the King
 On this most Holy night
  
  

This Thanksgiving Day

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 Blossoming flowers 
 Birds in the air
 Rain in due season
 Clouds white and fair
  
 Moon in last quarter
 Stars shining bright
 Sun in the heavens
 Giving us light
  
 These are things I love in my life
 These are the things that make me smile
 These are the things for which I give thanks
 This Thanksgiving Day
  
 Food on the table 
 Smells like a dream
 Choices of drinks
 Pie with whipped cream
  
 Family around us
 How blessed we are
 People that care
 Both near and afar
  
 These are things I love in my life
 These are the things that make me smile
 These are the things for which I give thanks
 This Thanksgiving Day
  
 Joy overflows
 Peace overcomes
 Love overwhelms
 Thanksgiving has come
  
 Most of all thanks
 For mercy and grace
 That comes from my God
 This Thanksgiving Day
  
 These are things I love in my life
 These are the things that make me smile
 These are the things for which I give thanks
 This Thanksgiving Day