Just A Closer Walk With You

How Shall They Call? In a world that is blinded by darkness, Men’s souls that are shadowed by night, We shine out among those around us - To the lost and perishing, we are the light. How shall they call unless they hear the truth? How shall they respond unless they know? How shall they ever hear the Gospel, Unless someone here tells them so? Jesus Christ paid the price that was needed To redeem mankind back from their sin; The Holy Spirit came to this world, So that lost man could be born again. But how shall they call unless they hear Him? How shall they respond unless they know? How shall the lost world hear of Jesus, Unless someone saved is willing to go? We need to see the lost souls around us; Hear their cries, let them touch our hearts; We’ve been sent out by our Father - Let us be faithful and each do our part. How shall they call unless they hear Jesus? How shall they respond unless they know? How shall they ever believe the Gospel, Unless someone here is willing to go? Novembe...

  The Father’s Heart The Father’s heart is beating, pleading for the souls of men, Yearning for His children to go and bring the lost ones in, Crying out against the sin that plagues this darkened land, The Father’s heart is beating still – oh, can’t you understand? Chorus: The Father’s heart is beating for someone here to go, To tell the prodigal child that He dearly loves them so; The Father’s heart is beating, yearning for the lost, My child, are you willing to go and count the cost? The Father’s heart is beating, God is calling out your name; If you listen to His pleading, you will never be the same; Jesus Christ has paid the price, atonement has been made, But the Father needs someone to tell them sin’s debt has been paid. The Father’s heart is beating, pleading for the souls of men; Hell is real, it is forever – go and plead with them! The Father’s heart is beating, His message rings loud and clear – The sands of time are moving, there is no time for fear. The Father’s heart ...

I'm feeling a bit under the weather today so am late getting these out. I thought it would be good to present two contrasting poems. I've Gone Home is my most popular poem, and it is about Heaven. Sometime after I had written it, my webpartner challenged me to present the other side of the coin: Hell. (Please see my comments after the second poem.) I’ve Gone Home I’ve gone home to see my Father, I’ve gone home, so don’t you cry I’ll be waiting for you in Heaven, In my mansion prepared on high. No more sickness, no more sorrow, No more pain, and no more grief. I’ve gone home to be with Jesus Though my sojourn here was brief. I’ve gone home to live in Heaven With all the blessed saints of old, Here with Abraham and David To stroll through streets of gold. I’ve gone home to be in Heaven Where there’s no sadness, and no night. There is joy and peace unending, In this blissful land of light. But there’s something else more beautiful, So precious, beyond this crystal sea, As I wander...

  Just Three Sharp Nails Three nails held tightly in a soldier’s hand, Just three sharp nails, according to God’s plan. The bystanders watched as the scene was played; Just these three nails, and the price was paid. Three nails glinted dully in the morning sun, Just three sharp nails, and the deed was done. The blood from His wounds dripped down to the ground; Just these three nails, and the Son of God was bound. Three nails held tight the eyes of all nearby, Just three sharp nails, and a loud, piercing cry, “It is finished,”  Jesus shouted, then He died; Just these three nails, and the Messiah, crucified. Three nails were pounded into a cross of wood, Just three sharp nails, and the Saviour who would Bear all mankind’s sins, as He hung in agony; Just these three nails are the sinner’s perfect plea. March 9th, 2002 Jerry Bouey 1 Cross + 3 Nails = 4 Given When Jesus therefore had received the vinegar, he said, It is finished : and he bowed his head, and gave up the ghost. John ...