Jesus, loves me, Yes I know.

 Jesus Loves Me, Yes I Know

Jesus loves me, yes I know—not because I'm good or wise,

But because the Word of God reveals it right before my eyes.

Not a fleeting feeling, not a hope that's built on sand,

But the unshakable foundation of a nail-scarred hand.

I have loved you with an everlasting love; therefore I have drawn you with lovingkindness. (Jeremiah 31:3, AMP)

Jesus loves me—when I fail, when I wander, when I fall.

When I cannot feel His presence, when I cannot hear His call.

His love is not a fair-weather friend, not a conditional lease;

It flows from His own character, an ever-flowing peace.

Yes, I know—not because I've earned it, not because I've prayed enough,

But because the cross declares it—through the suffering and the rough.

He who did not spare His Son has proven love so deep,

That every doubt and every fear is silenced in His keep.

But God demonstrates His own love toward us, in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us. (Romans 5:8, AMP)

Jesus loves me—this is certain, this is solid, this is true.

When the world says I'm unworthy, He says, "Child, I died for you."

When my heart condemns my failures, He replies, "It is complete."

For the love that holds me steady has already claimed defeat

Over sin and death and judgment—over everything that harms.

Jesus loves me, yes I know—I am safe within His arms.

For I am convinced that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor things present, nor things to come, nor powers, nor height, nor depth, nor any other created thing will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord. (Romans 8:38-39, AMP)

Yes I know. Yes I know.

Jesus loves me. This I know.

For the Bible tells me so.

Amen.

Lion of Judah

 Lion of Judah

Lion of Judah—roar within this place,

Let every enemy flee before Your face.

Not a tame lion, not a beast of prey,

But the King of kings who makes the darkness sway.

"See, the Lion of the tribe of Judah, the Root of David, has triumphed." (Revelation 5:5)

From the tribe of Judah, the scepter arose,

The One whom the nations and angels will chose.

The Lion who conquers, yet came as the Lamb,

Who silenced the grave and broke every damn.

His roar is not terror, but victory's sound,

The shout that shatters the chains that have bound.

He stands in His power, majestic and true,

The Lion of Judah, forever for you.

The scepter will not depart from Judah, nor the ruler's staff from between his feet, until He to whom it belongs shall come. (Genesis 49:10)

Lion of Judah—my defender, my might,

The courage that rises when I cannot fight.

When fear would devour and hope would grow dim,

I look to the Lion, and I roar with Him.

He is not silent—He speaks through the Word,

His voice like the thunder, His promise is heard.

The Lion of Judah has already won,

The battle is over, the victory is done.

Do not weep! See, the Lion of the tribe of Judah, the Root of David, has triumphed. (Revelation 5:5)

So let every heart in His presence now bow,

The Lion of Judah is reigning here now.

All hail the King, all hail the Lamb—

Lion of Judah, the great I AM.

Amen.

What a wonderful Name is Jesus.

 What a Wonderful Name Is Jesus

What a wonderful name is Jesus—the sound that breaks the chains,

The whisper that can calm the storm, the word that stills the pains.

No other name in heaven or earth can do what His name does—

It opens doors, it heals the hurt, it draws the sinner close.

And there is salvation in no one else; for there is no other name under heaven that has been given among mankind by which we must be saved. (Acts 4:12)

What a wonderful name—for the weary and the worn,

For the outcast and the broken, for the battered and the torn.

It speaks of hope when hope has fled, of peace when war is waged,

Of life when death has had its say, of love when hate has raged.

Jesus—the name that angels sing around the throne above.

Jesus—the name that makes the enemy tremble, flee, and shove.

Jesus—the name that calls the dead to rise and walk again.

Jesus—the name that washes white the deepest, darkest stain.

Therefore God exalted Him to the highest place and gave Him the name that is above every name. (Philippians 2:9)

So let my lips declare it, let my heart believe it true:

There is no one like You, Jesus, and no name like the name of You.

What a wonderful name—my refuge, my song, my everlasting claim.

Forever I will lift it high: Jesus, wonderful name!

Amen.

Jesus overcame sin and death.

 Jesus Overcame Sin and Death

Jesus overcame sin—not by ignoring its weight,

Not by pretending our rebellion was not great.

He faced it head-on, took its full demand,

And crushed its power with His own wounded hand.

He Himself bore our sins in His body on the cross, so that we might die to sins and live for righteousness; by His wounds you have been healed. (1 Peter 2:24)

Sin had a hold—a deathly grip,

A chain that made the whole world slip.

But Jesus, sinless, became sin for us,

And broke the curse on the cursed cross.

Jesus overcame death—the final foe,

The grave that held all hopes below.

He entered its darkness, He tasted its sting,

Then rose as the resurrection and the life, the King.

Where, O death, is your victory? Where, O death, is your sting? The sting of death is sin, and the power of sin is the law. But thanks be to God! He gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ. (1 Corinthians 15:55-57)

He overcame—not with a sword or shield,

But with love that refused to yield.

He laid down His life, then took it again,

And shattered the power of death and sin.

So now I live—not under fear,

For death has lost its venom here.

Sin no longer has to reign,

For Jesus broke its every chain.

For the law of the Spirit of life in Christ Jesus has set you free from the law of sin and death. (Romans 8:2)

Jesus overcame. And in His victory, I stand.

Redeemed, forgiven, held in His hand.

No sin too great, no death too strong—

Jesus overcame, and I belong.

Amen.

Lord Jesus, Leave your peace with me.

 Leave Your Peace with Me

Leave Your peace with me—not as the world gives,

But as only the Prince of Peace can give.

Not a fragile truce, not a temporary cease,

But a deep, abiding calm that helps my soul to live.

Peace I leave with you; My peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid. (John 14:27)

Leave Your peace with me when the storm winds blow,

When the waves rise high and the undertow

Threatens to pull me beneath the tide—

Let Your peace be the anchor deep inside.

Leave Your peace with me in the sleepless night,

When anxious thoughts take their fear-filled flight.

When my heart races and my mind won't rest,

Let Your peace settle upon my chest.

You will keep in perfect peace those whose minds are steadfast, because they trust in You. (Isaiah 26:3)

Leave Your peace with me in the noise of the day,

When the rush and the clamor pull me away

From the quiet center where You wait to meet,

And lay Your peace at my weary feet.

Leave Your peace with me not for a moment's stay,

But as a companion along the way.

A guard for my heart, a sentry for my mind,

The truest, sweetest rest I'll ever find.

And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. (Philippians 4:7)

So I receive it now, this gift so free:

Your peace, Lord Jesus, leave it with me.

In every season, through every test,

Your peace—my refuge, my home, my rest.

Amen.

Jesus forgive me.

 Jesus, Forgive Me

Jesus, forgive me—these words I bring,

Not as a ritual, not as a thing

To earn Your favor or soothe my pride,

But as a broken child who longs to hide

In the shelter of Your wounded side.

If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness. (1 John 1:9)

I have wandered, I have strayed—

In thought and word, in deeds displayed.

I have loved what fades and clung to dust,

I have broken promises, betrayed my trust.

But You, O Lord, are rich in grace,

And mercy shines from Your holy face.

Jesus, forgive me—not for my worth,

But for the love that sent You to earth.

You took my sin upon the tree,

You bore the wrath that was meant for me.

And now You stand with open arms,

Disarming guilt with all its harms.

Come now, let us settle the matter, says the Lord. Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow. (Isaiah 1:18)

So I receive Your pardon now,

I lift to You my humble vow.

No more to hide, no more to run—

Your forgiveness has overcome.

Jesus, forgive me—and make me whole,

Restore the joy within my soul.

Amen.

Jesus is all I have.

 Jesus Is All I Have

Jesus is all I have—and having Him, I have everything.

When every other treasure fades, when every voice will cease to sing,

When earthly props are pulled away and I am left with only Him,

I find that He is more than enough, my cup overflows to the brim.

Though the fig tree does not bud and there are no grapes on the vines... yet I will rejoice in the Lord, I will be joyful in God my Savior. (Habakkuk 3:17-18)

I have no silver, no gold to my name.

No earthly fortune, no worldly fame.

But I have the One who owns the cattle on a thousand hills,

The One who calms the tempest and the One who heals all ills.

Jesus is all I have—no backup plan, no second choice.

But in His presence, I have found my voice.

When friends depart and doors are shut,

When dreams lie shattered in the rut,

I still have Him who never leaves,

Who binds my wounds and my heart retrieves.

For I am convinced that neither death nor life... nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord. (Romans 8:38-39)

So let the world take everything—

Its fleeting joys, its glittering ring.

I have a treasure that won't rust,

A hope that rises from the dust.

Jesus is all I have—and He

Is more than all the world to me.

Amen.

Jesus, My Light in this fallen world.

 Jesus, My Light in This Fallen World

Jesus, my light in this fallen world—when darkness presses in,

When shadows stretch and hope grows faint and fear begins to win.

You are the beacon on the hill, the lamp upon my feet,

The dawning of a brand new day when night has been complete.

When Jesus spoke again to the people, He said, "I am the light of the world. Whoever follows Me will never walk in darkness, but will have the light of life." (John 8:12)

This world is fallen—I can see it all around:

The brokenness, the bitterness, the sorrows that abound.

But You have not left me to stumble through the gloom.

You are the light that pierces through, that brightens every tomb.

Jesus, my light—not distant, not a star I strain to see,

But near, within, beside me, shining constantly.

You guide my steps through treacherous paths, through valleys dark and deep,

And in Your presence, even shadows learn to sing and leap.

Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light to my path. (Psalm 119:105)

The light of Christ—it shows me what is true.

It exposes lies, it heals my wounds, it makes my spirit new.

It does not hide the fallenness, but shows a better way:

To walk as children of the day, until the perfect day.

So let the world grow dim around—let darkness do its worst.

My Jesus is the Morning Star, the one who broke the curse.

He shines within, He shines before, He shines to lead me home.

Jesus, my light in this fallen world—I never walk alone.

The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it. (John 1:5)

Amen.

Jesus is all I need.

 Jesus Is All I Need

Jesus is all I need—not just a part,

But the very center of my beating heart.

Not just a help in times of strife,

But the very breath and pulse of life.

Whom have I in heaven but You? And earth has nothing I desire besides You. (Psalm 73:25)

When I am weak, He is my strength.

When I can't see, He is my length

Of vision, reaching far beyond

The fading hopes this world has fond.

When I am lost, He is the way.

When I can't speak, He knows to pray.

When I am empty, He is full.

When I am broken, He will pull

The scattered pieces, make me whole,

And breathe new life into my soul.

I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through Me. (John 14:6)

Jesus is all I need for peace,

For joy that never, ever ceases.

For hope that holds beyond the grave,

For love that came down to save.

He is the bread that never fails,

The living water that avails

To quench the deepest thirst within,

And wash away the stain of sin.

I am the bread of life. Whoever comes to Me will never go hungry, and whoever believes in Me will never be thirsty. (John 6:35)

So let the world chase after gold,

Let lesser treasures take their hold.

I have found the pearl of greatest price—

Jesus is all I need. He sacrificed

His all for me, and now I see:

There's nothing else I need but Thee.

Amen.

Jesus is the Powerful name.

 Jesus, the Powerful Name

Jesus—the name that shakes the unseen realm,

Before which every enemy must overwhelm.

The name that spoke the cosmos into being,

Yet whispered mercy to the blind who sought their seeing.

At the name of Jesus every knee should bow, in heaven and on earth and under the earth. (Philippians 2:10)

There is power in the name of Jesus—power to heal the broken heart,

Power to mend the shattered soul and make the dead awake and start.

The lame leap up, the captives freed, the storm obeys His word,

For every force of darkness trembles when that name is heard.

By faith in the name of Jesus, this man whom you see and know was made strong. (Acts 3:16)

Jesus, the powerful name—a strong and mighty tower,

A refuge in the day of trouble, a shield in battle's hour.

No spell, no curse, no demonic chain can stand before its might,

For Jesus, King of Glory, turns the darkness into light.

His name is like a fire, burning lies and fear away.

His name is like a sword, dividing truth from false display.

His name is like a banner, leading armies to the war,

And every foe that rises up must flee from what it's for.

The name of the Lord is a fortified tower; the righteous run to it and are safe. (Proverbs 18:10)

So I will speak His name in whispers when I need a quiet peace.

I will shout His name in battle till the enemy's attacks cease.

I will sing His name in worship with the angels round the throne,

For the powerful name of Jesus is the power that calls me home.

Jesus. Jesus. Jesus.

Every chain, break.

Every fear, flee.

Every knee bow.

He is the powerful name. He is all I need.

Amen.

Your name above all name.

 Your Name Above All Names

Your name above all names—not just a title or a word,

But the deepest truth that heaven and earth have ever heard.

No other name can save, no other name can heal,

No other name can break the chains that sin has made so real.

Therefore God exalted Him to the highest place and gave Him the name that is above every name. (Philippians 2:9)

Your name is Jesus—Yahweh saves, the promise kept for all,

The name before whom every knee will one day bow and fall.

Not in reluctant terror, but in wonder and in praise,

For the name of Jesus carries light through all our darkest days.

Above all names of power—of Caesar, king, or throne,

Of science, wealth, or wisdom, or any claim to own

The allegiance of the human heart—Your name alone stands true.

There is no other name on earth that heaven listens to.

Salvation is found in no one else, for there is no other name under heaven given to mankind by which we must be saved. (Acts 4:12)

Your name above all names—the Name that demons flee,

The Name that calms the raging storm and stills the troubled sea.

The Name that breaks the fever, that opens blinded eyes,

The Name that calls the dead to rise and never, never dies.

So let my lips confess it—in the morning and the night,

In the valley of the shadow and in the victory's light.

Your name above all names—my refuge and my song,

The Name in which I live and move, the Name to which I belong.

That at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, in heaven and on earth and under the earth, and every tongue acknowledge that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father. (Philippians 2:10-11)

Amen. Hallelujah.

Heaven and Earth Rejoice.

 Heaven and Earth Rejoice

Let heaven and earth rejoice—let all creation sing,

For the Lord has come to save us, He is our triumphant King.

The skies declare His glory, the oceans roar His praise,

The mountains bow in wonder, the forests lift their gaze.

Let the heavens rejoice, let the earth be glad; let the sea resound, and all that is in it. Let the fields be jubilant, and everything in them; let all the trees of the forest sing for joy. (Psalm 96:11-12)

Heaven rejoices—angels shout, the elders cast their crowns.

The seraphim cry "Holy!" as the light of glory drowns

All darkness and all sorrow, every shadow and every tear,

For the Lord Almighty reigns, and His kingdom is here.

Earth rejoices—valleys bloom, deserts burst with streams,

The barren places bud with hope, fulfilling ancient dreams.

The mountains skip like rams, the hills like lambs at play,

For the Maker of all things has come to make a way.

For you shall go out with joy and be led forth with peace; the mountains and the hills shall break forth into singing before you, and all the trees of the field shall clap their hands. (Isaiah 55:12)

Heaven and earth rejoice—for the cross is not the end,

The tomb could not contain Him, death could not apprehend.

He rose in power and glory, He ascended to the throne,

And now creation waits for Him to claim it as His own.

So let my voice be added to the universal cry,

Let my heart be tuned to worship, let my spirit testify.

Heaven and earth rejoice—and I will join the song,

For the Lord is good forever, and His love is ever strong.

Amen.

You are wonderful in my Eyes.

 You Are Wonderful in My Eyes

You are wonderful in my eyes—not because of what You give,

But because of who You are: the reason that I live.

Your beauty steals my breath away, Your majesty my words,

For You are more than anything this fragile heart has heard.

You are beautiful beyond description, too marvelous for words. (from the hymn "Revelation Song," inspired by Revelation 4:8)

Wonderful—in mercy, when You welcomed me from far.

Wonderful—in patience, when I stumbled at the bar.

Wonderful—in wisdom, when I had no clue the way.

Wonderful—in power, turning midnight into day.

You are wonderful in holiness, a flame that purifies.

You are wonderful in humility, born under stable skies.

You are wonderful in suffering, the Lamb who did not speak.

You are wonderful in rising, the firstborn from the weak.

For unto us a Child is born, unto us a Son is given... and His name shall be called Wonderful. (Isaiah 9:6)

So let my eyes behold You, not just in fleeting glance,

But as the constant center of my every circumstance.

You are wonderful, my God. No one compares to You.

And all my days, I'll sing this song: You are wonderful and true.

Amen.

In your Presence.

 In Your Presence

In Your presence—not a place I visit now and then,

But the atmosphere I breathe, the home I'm in again.

Not a temple made with hands, not a holy hill to climb,

But the sacred, constant nearness that transcends all space and time.

You make known to me the path of life; in Your presence there is fullness of joy; at Your right hand are pleasures forevermore. (Psalm 16:11)

In Your presence, fear dissolves like mist before the sun.

The battles that once raged in me are quieted, overrun.

Not because the fight is over, but because I know the King

Is here with me, inside the storm, and covering me with His wing.

In Your presence, shame grows silent. Accusations lose their voice.

For the One who knows me fully says, "You are My child, My choice."

No need to hide, no need to pose, no need to prove my worth—

For in Your presence, I remember who I've been since my new birth.

Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, the new creation has come: The old has gone, the new is here! (2 Corinthians 5:17)

In Your presence, I am seen—not judged, not turned away.

The wounds I thought disqualified me become the place You stay.

For Your power is perfected in the weakness I confess,

And Your presence turns my brokenness into a song of rest.

So let me linger here, O Lord. Let me not rush to leave.

For in Your presence, I receive what striving could not achieve.

Not answers to my every why, but something better still—

The knowledge that You are with me, and that is more than enough, and will.

Be still, and know that I am God. (Psalm 46:10)

In Your presence.

My refuge. My rest. My true address.

Nothing else matters, nothing less.

Amen.

May your Glory arise.

 May Your Glory Arise

May Your glory arise upon us, Lord—

Not as a distant, blinding light too bright to see,

But as the morning sun that warms the waking tree.

Let Your presence rise like dawn over the hill,

Let Your glory shine, and let our spirits fill.

Arise, shine, for your light has come, and the glory of the Lord rises upon you. (Isaiah 60:1)

May Your glory arise in the darkest place,

Where shadows linger and fears embrace.

Let the weight of Your majesty break through the night,

And turn our mourning into morning light.

May Your glory arise over every chain,

Over every doubt, over every pain.

Where the enemy has held us long and low,

Let Your glory rise, and let the captives go.

For the earth will be filled with the knowledge of the glory of the Lord as the waters cover the sea. (Habakkuk 2:14)

May Your glory arise in our words and deeds,

In the smallest acts that plant the smallest seeds.

Let not our lives obscure, but reflect Your face,

And let Your glory find in us a dwelling place.

May Your glory arise till the whole world sees

The King of kings, the Lord of all degrees.

From the rising of the sun to its going down,

Let Your glory arise, and let praise abound.

Let the glory of the Lord endure forever; let the Lord rejoice in His works. (Psalm 104:31)

Arise, O Lord, and let Your glory be

The light that sets our captive spirits free.

May Your glory arise—now and always—

Through all our nights and all our days.

Amen.

Today is the evil thereof.

 Today Is the Evil Thereof

A Reflection on Matthew 6:34

Today is the evil thereof—enough for this one day.

The trouble that I face right now is all I need to weigh.

Why borrow from tomorrow's grief, why carry future pain,

When grace for this present moment falls like healing rain?

So do not worry about tomorrow; for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own. (Matthew 6:34, NASB)

The evil thereof—the burdens, the tears,

The unexpected setbacks, the accumulating fears.

They come in daily measure, a portion for each hour,

But never more than His strength can bear, never beyond His power.

Today has its own battles, its own mountains to climb,

Its own mercies waiting, its own appointed time.

The manna for this morning will not be found tomorrow,

And worrying about the future only multiplies sorrow.

Give us this day our daily bread. (Matthew 6:11)

So I will not borrow trouble from the calendar ahead.

I will not let the shadows of what might be fill me with dread.

For the One who walks with me today will be there just the same

When tomorrow becomes today—and I will call upon His name.

Today is the evil thereof—but also today is grace.

Today, His mercies are new; today, I see His face.

I will not add tomorrow's weight to this day's fragile frame.

Sufficient for today is its trouble—and sufficient, too, His name.

Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own. (Matthew 6:34)

Amen.

Set me free from fear.

 Set Me Free from Fear

Set me free from fear—the chains that bind my heart,

The anxious thoughts that tear my peace apart.

The dread of what may come, the shadow of the night,

The whispers that say "you're not strong enough to fight."

For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power and of love and of a sound mind. (2 Timothy 1:7)

Set me free from fear of failure and of shame,

From the terror of being forgotten or losing my name.

From the fear of tomorrow and all it may hold,

From the stories of worry my imagination has told.

When I am afraid, I put my trust in You. (Psalm 56:3)

Set me free from fear of man and his opinion,

From the trap of seeking approval in every dominion.

For if You are for me, who can stand against?

Your love is my fortress, my strong defense.

The Lord is my light and my salvation—whom shall I fear? The Lord is the stronghold of my life—of whom shall I be afraid? (Psalm 27:1)

Set me free from fear of death's dark door,

For You have walked through it and risen evermore.

The grave has no victory, the tomb has no sting—

In Your resurrection, my soul can sing.

Where, O death, is your victory? Where, O death, is your sting? (1 Corinthians 15:55)

So I receive Your freedom now.

I renounce the fear that tried to hold me down.

I trade my trembling for Your perfect peace,

And in Your love, my fears will cease.

There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear. (1 John 4:18)

Set me free, Lord. I am Yours.

No more fear. No more closed doors.

I walk in freedom, bold and true—

Because Your love has seen me through.

Amen.

Here in your Presence.

 Here in Your Presence

Here in Your presence—this is where I belong,

Where the weary find rest and the broken find song.

Not a distant temple, not a far-off place,

But the sacred nearness of Your embrace.

In Your presence there is fullness of joy; at Your right hand are pleasures forevermore. (Psalm 16:11)

Here in Your presence, fear melts away,

The shadows of doubt cannot stay.

For You are the Light that drives out the night,

And in Your gaze, everything is made right.

Here in Your presence, I am fully known—

Every secret, every struggle, every seed I have sown.

Yet You do not turn away in disgust;

You welcome me, in mercy and trust.

Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. (Matthew 11:28)

Here in Your presence, I find my peace,

All striving and anxious thoughts cease.

The chaos outside fades to a whisper so low,

For the Prince of Peace has silenced the foe.

Here in Your presence, I am made whole—

Body and spirit, mind and soul.

The fragments of my broken past

Are gathered and healed in love so vast.

He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds. (Psalm 147:3)

So let me linger, let me stay,

Not rushing, not striving, just resting this day.

Here in Your presence—my refuge, my home,

Where I am never, ever alone.

Amen.

You set me free.

 You Set Me Free

You set me free—not with a key or a door,

But with the blood that forevermore

Broke every chain, shattered every lock,

And opened the prison with a seismic shock.

It is for freedom that Christ has set us free. Stand firm, then, and do not let yourselves be burdened again by a yoke of slavery. (Galatians 5:1)

You set me free from the weight of my past,

From the guilt that was haunting, the shame that would last.

The accuser pointed, but You spoke my name,

And in Your forgiveness, I am no longer the same.

Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, the new creation has come: The old has gone, the new is here! (2 Corinthians 5:17)

You set me free from the fear of the grave,

For the tomb could not hold You, the stone could not save

The powers of darkness that tried to conceal

The King who has risen—and now I am healed.

I am the Living One; I was dead, and now look, I am alive for ever and ever! And I hold the keys of death and Hades. (Revelation 1:18)

You set me free from the lie that I'm alone,

That my voice is too small, that my heart is just stone.

For Your Spirit within me cries, "Abba, Father!"

And I know I belong to no other.

The Spirit you received brought about your adoption to sonship. And by him we cry, "Abba, Father." (Romans 8:15)

So I will walk in this freedom, not looking behind,

With my eyes on the Savior who's gentle and kind.

You set me free—and forever I'll sing:

You are my freedom, my Lord, and my King.

Amen.

Bought with the Blood of Jesus.

 Bought with Your Blood

A Reflection on 1 Peter 1:18-19

Bought with Your blood—not with silver or with gold,

Not with treasures that this dying world can hold.

No earthly currency could pay the price so steep,

No human sacrifice could reach the chasm deep.

For you know that it was not with perishable things such as silver or gold that you were redeemed... but with the precious blood of Christ, a lamb without blemish or defect. (1 Peter 1:18-19)

Bought with Your blood—the crimson flowing stream,

That washed away my guilt and freed me from my dream

Of earning my own way, of climbing to the sky.

You paid it all—I need not try.

In Him we have redemption through His blood, the forgiveness of sins, in accordance with the riches of God's grace. (Ephesians 1:7)

Bought with Your blood—I am not my own.

I was a slave, abandoned and alone.

But You came searching, found me in the night,

And bought me back into the Father's light.

You were bought at a price; do not become slaves of human beings. (1 Corinthians 7:23)

Bought with Your blood—what love is this,

That the King of glory would trade His throne for a kiss

Of reconciliation, for a rebel's embrace,

And leave His righteousness in my sin's place?

God made Him who had no sin to be sin for us, so that in Him we might become the righteousness of God. (2 Corinthians 5:21)

So I will live my life for You alone,

A grateful heart before Your throne.

Bought with Your blood—the highest price,

My sacrifice of praise, my living sacrifice.

Therefore, I urge you, brothers and sisters, in view of God's mercy, to offer your bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and pleasing to God—this is your true and proper worship. (Romans 12:1)

Bought with Your blood.

Forever Yours.

Amen.