River of Love
God is the source of every good thing.
Out of His love for us blessings flow.
Like a raging river washing over us,
We are covered by His wondrous love.
We are not to still the raging river,
But as a channel become the river.
Out of love a blessing we become,
by sharing His love to everyone.
As raindrops fall to form a stream,
One upon another the river grows.
And as the drops now becomes a team,
it true purpose, God’s love to show.
Blessing upon blessing joins as one,
To proclaim the glory of God’s Son.
Watch as the blessing of love grows,
Changing lives as God’s love flows.
God’s gift to us, a blessing we will be;
A light in the world, so they may see.
As we swim in the river of His love,
Let us give the glory to God above.
From the throne of God flows a river,
He is our God, our source and life giver.
It is His powerful river that washes clean,
The river of love blessing to redeem.
Love creating blessings watch love grow,
As blessings spread His love the river flows.
God’s gift to us is a blessing of endless love,
Our hearts response to Him, share the love.
Carl A. Gooch ~ 23 April 2010
Friday, April 23, 2010
Monday, April 12, 2010
My Lord, My King
My Lord, My King
Sins chains had me bound,
Struggling with all my might,
Still those chains held on tight,
Forcing me to the ground.
For all the wrong I’d done,
A river of bitter tear I shed.
Who could save me from the dead?
My Lord, my king, the only one.
My Lord, my King, only He,
That could be the Sacrifice;
To pay my sins high price,
So great His love for me.
Confused, I was so lost,
My body gripped in fear.
But my Lord came near,
Saying for you I’ll pay the cost.
His loving light shown in,
My Lord, God’s own Son,
On the cross it was done
He died to free me of my sin.
My Lord, my King, only He,
That could be the Sacrifice;
To pay my sins high price,
So great His love for me.
This story does not end,
Now my life belongs to Him.
His light will not ever dim,
From the grave He rose again.
Carl A. Gooch ~ 12 April 2010
Sins chains had me bound,
Struggling with all my might,
Still those chains held on tight,
Forcing me to the ground.
For all the wrong I’d done,
A river of bitter tear I shed.
Who could save me from the dead?
My Lord, my king, the only one.
My Lord, my King, only He,
That could be the Sacrifice;
To pay my sins high price,
So great His love for me.
Confused, I was so lost,
My body gripped in fear.
But my Lord came near,
Saying for you I’ll pay the cost.
His loving light shown in,
My Lord, God’s own Son,
On the cross it was done
He died to free me of my sin.
My Lord, my King, only He,
That could be the Sacrifice;
To pay my sins high price,
So great His love for me.
This story does not end,
Now my life belongs to Him.
His light will not ever dim,
From the grave He rose again.
Carl A. Gooch ~ 12 April 2010
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