My heart is filled with expectation,
The Spirit’s warm glow fills the air.
Stirring every cell and fiber,
When I seek in fervent prayer.
I watch in awe as mountains tumble,
I see Him calm the troubled sea;
Deep within my spirit worships,
That bleeding Lamb from Galilee.
We’re plagued with trials and tribulations;
Our cross is more than we can bear.
The heartaches seem to multiply,
When we take no time for prayer.
Love’s sweet melody is the music of the heart’s song,
A balled every creature longs to croon.
Some folks have the tune and not the lyrics,
And others have the lyrics, not the tune.
If you ever get the melody and lyrics,
Then you may go crooning right along,
But if you never get the two of these together,
The road of life will seem awful rough and long.
If we take some time for sharing,
With some person that’s in need;
We will find life’s magic secret,
When we do a golden deed.
If we bear another’s burden,
Go an extra mile or two;
We will find in blessing others,
We will get a blessing too.
If we could only feel the heartache
That a thoughtless word can bring;
If we alone felt the sharpness,
And no one else could feel the sting.
If we could never hurt another
By the thoughtless things we say;
For our every thought and action,
We alone would have to pay.
I am sure we’d be more careful
Of our words and deeds each day,
And there would be less heartache
From the things we do and say.
Dear Little Lambs of the dawning,
More precious to me than gold;
You must suffer persecution,
As the truth and light you behold.
You will go through tribulation,
But soon this trouble will pass,
When the day for which you’ve waited,
Will have dawned for you at last.
And then the books will be opened,
When the light of life shall shine.
The word shall be exalted,
And the truth is revealed to mankind.
The purpose for all the ages,
Will reach its consummation;
The trumpet sound of Jubilee
Will release the whole creation
Mildred Eslick Garner
Oh what horrid clouds of darkness
I see gathering here and there,
And the charges of electricity
Seems to fill the sky and air.
The storms of conflict rumbling;
It’s an avalanche of sin.
Oh I know it’s time for judgment,
And in His house it must begin.
And I want His law to try me;
Yet I tremble, quake and fear,
As I stand and wait his judgment,
For the sentence is so clear.
You must crucify old Adam,
And cast him from the throne.
He that reigned through sin and sorrow,
This kingdom, once my own.
Oh how I long for full redemption
And the trumpet’s sound of peace.
When this spiritual war is over,
And my soul has found release.
All these trials and tribulations
Are the lot of common life.
The whole world is full of trouble,
Ravaged by conflict and strife.
For the Christian and the sinner,
Those evil’s times are sure to come.
It’s not how hard the battle,
But it is how the victory’s won.
If we don’t secure our armor,
We’ll lose the battle every time.
The armor is our protection,
From the lies that plague our mind.
If I’m to serve Him at my best,
And do my Master’s will,
I have a charge that I must keep,
A duty to fulfill.
I must present myself to him,
To heed his beck and call;
Resisting sin with all my might,
Till He becomes my all.