Our Father of Mercy (Hebrews 13:20-21)

To the tune: “The Lambs of the Green Hills”

O our Father of mercy, come and share peace with us,
From our enemy save us and renew in us trust.
With peace from sin and suffering from all tumult and lust,
Build unshaken reliance on You, Lord.

O our Lord of creation, come revive us anew,
Resurrect us from sinning, so we’ll seek after You,
Give us life in Your Spirit, life that’s faithful and true,
Dead to dying, we’ll be more like You, Lord.

O our Father and shepherd, faithful unto Your sheep,
Ever guide us with mercy, when we wander or flee,
For, lo, You’re ever watchful, and You never will sleep,
But will rally us back unto You, Lord.

O our Father by promise and in covenant one,
With your blood you have bought us, and have called us Your sons,
In that blood, then, forever, we can confident come,
And Your sacrifice brings us to You, Lord.

O our Father all-holy, You are sacred and pure,
Now equip us for good works, through all suffering endure.
Help us heed those above us, make us generous and sure,
And bear offspring that listen to You, Lord.

O our Father of mercy, you perform what is right,
You are perfect in goodness, ever pleasing in Your sight,
And Your every performance is accomplished in Christ,
Let our praises be given to You, Lord!

Contemplations on I Timothy 2

A Godly house submits itself to prayer,
With intercession made for every man;
For pastor, farmer, professor, and mayor,
And with thanksgiving lifting up our hands.
A Godly house by faith remains at peace,
Though all the world’s in chaos and in dread.
A wife maintains this peace particularly,
Not in autonomy without her head.
A Godly house is by salvation bound,
And God will hold you through pain of the curse:
In sweet and toil and hardship He is found,
He gives forbearance during childbirth.
For God is one, and He takes great delight,
When Godly households emulate their Christ.

Where Rivers Run (Galatians)

Where rivers run the trees will flourish free,
But in a desert land they cease to be.
And men of flesh are like that withered land,
Who live as corpses without faith to stand.
They are the highest source that they invoke;
They’re deaf to all the words that Jesus spoke.
The Holy Spirit is our water source;
He makes us holy – He is grace enforced.
His power pollinates the fruits of faith,
His intercession shows us how to pray,
He opens up our ears to hear God’s voice,
To turn our desert to a garden choice.
Sow to the Spirit works that you were told,
And He will make them grow a hundred fold.