AnthonyFosterPhD

Remove the sandals from your feet To the land of milk and honey come and feast We’ll only walk worthy when we find We are walking in the light of His presence divine So we tell the story Nature to grace and glace to glory We tell the old old story Nature to grace and grace to glory The power of Christ is changing lives Do you want to be healed? Then pray to the Lord He will make you wise And the truth shall be revealed How many times must I thrust my hand into his wounded side? How many times has my wounded heart raised its head in pride? Holy despair in our own self is hope’s best proving ground For in our weakness He is strong and there’s where grace is found. For he is tender to the weak He will comfort all who seek But those he loves he will chastise For God is merciful and wise So we tell the story Nature to grace and glace to glory We tell the old old story Nature to grace and grace to glory The power of Christ is changing lives Do you want to be healed? Then pray to the Lord He...

There is none other who has the Word that will save Where can we go? Where can we go? There is none other who arose from the grave Where can we go? Where can we go? None other has come down from heaven to earth Where can we go? Where can we go? None other has the power to empower new birth Where can we go? Where can we go? None other, there is none other sacrifice None other, none other than Christ The living God displayed to us The holy God conveyed to us The most High God portrayed to us None other than Jesus Christ. None other has the righteousness to rend the veil. Where can we go? Where can we go? None other has the keys to death and to hell Where can we go but to the Lord? None other, there is none other sacrifice None other, none other than Christ The living God displayed to us The holy God conveyed to us The most High God portrayed to us None other than Jesus Christ. April 18, 2010 Anthony Foster

Bread of Life in you we delight Light of the world you give us sight Door of our entry open wide Good Shepherd be my only guide You are I am, You are I am You are the first and the last Beyond the future and the past Source of reality Our sufficiency All found in you You are faithful and true. The way the truth and the life we’ve found The resurrection and the life abounds In our living vine we will abide To your holiness we flee and hide You are I am, You are I am You are the first and the last Beyond the future and the past Source of reality Our sufficiency All found in you You are faithful and true. Anthony Foster April 17, 2010 John 6:35; 8:12;9:5;10:9; 10:11; 14:6; 15:1; 1 Pet 1:16; Rev 1:8; 19:11

My eyes were blind but I thought I could see And in my own miry mind I planned my destiny My heart was chained but I thought I was free Sought to have my way but that way had me I was dead within my sin Careless of the state that I was in I was yet your enemy When you bled and died for me And then there came a time There was once a place It was by God’s design An entry into Grace It was not the counting of the cost But by the devastating power of the cross There I saw the love beyond my dreams There I saw what lovingkindness means All my guilt for all my Sin All the wrath He bore All my vain attempts to win Shall bankrupt me no more I was lost but now I’m found Hallelujah, Hallelujah Once hellbent, I’m heaven bound Hallelujah, hallelujah It was not the counting of the cost But by the devastating power of the cross There I saw the love beyond my dreams There I saw just what lovingkindness means I was lost but now I’m found Hallelujah, Hallelujah Once hellbent, I’m heaven bound Halleluja...

There is no grace I have within My self has nothing to commend All that is in me all that I am Alll that I own is in the Lamb I have no goodness of my own There’s naught in me but Christ alone No other worthiness to claim Except the faithful and true Name I have no claim on purity I have no claim on the holy I have no lofty place to stand I only plead the risen lamb The lamb who was made sin for us He bled and died to win for us All we need to be reconciled For he was righteous, undefiled My only boast, my only aim My only hope in In His name My only cause, my only trust Is in the One who calls me Just Christ is my only place to stand Two things are graven on his hands His scars eternally remain There alongside we read our names So in that weakness now I boast I am the least He is the most All that I am, all I will be Is hid in Him eternally My only joy my only plea Is in the lamb who died for me My only choice is found in Christ My security, his sacrifice I have no words; I am defiled...

Sin brings death, sin brings death It will break your heart and steal your breath For sin requires that blood be shed You’ll never live till sin is dead. Christ brings life, Christ brings life By the pow’r of His One sacrifice He laid life down and took it up We are fed by His bread and cup The author of life was crucified And in his dying death has died In His resurrection so we rise A body that now never dies. There is only one sacrifice, only one name Only one deliverance from age to age the same Only one refuge from the guilt and the blame Only one Savior praise God that He came! Sin brings death, Christ brings life The cure for the sinsick souls’ strife Forgiveness and Christ’s own righteousness Are ours when His name we confess. Christ brings life. Christ brings life He shapes us with His pruning knife To guide our growth and make us strong To flower and bear good fruit e’re long. April 16, 2010 Anthony Foster

The seed that's in the wayside cast Will never root and never last The birds will snatch away the seed For untilled ground is where they feed The stony ground of a hard heart Will receive the seed but will not start To see it grow and soon it dies When troubles come and fears arise The thorny bramble will choke out The seed cast there is crushed by doubt But saving faith will bear much fruit When life springs from Christ's righteous root. The Spirit ploughs the stony ground The Word of God the Tiller sounds For man's heart is but fallow dust But broken brambles yield forth trust The seed that's sown now sprouts and grows And how this happens no one knows The Lord Himself sees that it is done Put in the sickle, the harvest has come. It is men's hearts that are the soil And so the heart is where Christ toils It is to us to sow the seed For Christ provides all that you need The seed that's sown now sprouts and grows And how this happens no one knows The Lord Hims...

News of a new study that says beards make men seem more trustworthy. Or in the case of number 6, more like a bassett hound.

This has been an excellent conference - sorry I had to cut it short to get back to pressing matters at work. This was denoted as the largest gathering of Southern Baptist pastors of the year, but it was noted that this is also the largest PCA and Sovereign Grace pastors' conference as well. Lots of ladies there too and many of the folks I spoke with were not pastors or on a church staff. We almost didn't drive back to the Convention Center last evening for the session, but I am so glad we did. Linked up with Stephen Keene and Rob Turner. It was so good to sit with those dear brothers in the midst of the crowd. Been to a load of conferences through the years but this one will be memorable. R. C. Sproul yesterday, John MacArthur this morning and Piper tonight. I was hungry for good spiritual food. You can get this in the comfort of home over the internet, but being there live with 7000 plus and seeing friends in the process is much better in every way...except for the inconvenien...

Hideous crown, horrible thorns, Piercing Christ's brow as a sign of man's scorn The bramble becomes a crown as it's worn By the King of the ages, forsaken, forlorn Hideous crown, horrible thorns Made beautiful by the one they adorn My ransom brought forth like new wine Outpoured as men bruised the living vine. We weep with the weeping, with the mourners we mourn As the Holy lamb is struck and his body is torn But Your sovereign pleasure is served even now As the beautiful thorns are piercing your brow. Here in the bramble Is the source of all thorns Down here in the bramble Is where life is reborn You exchange beauty for ashes Bring a dance to those who mourn Exchange beauty for ashes Bring a dance to those who mourn The obscenity of His broken body Raised up for all the world to see. Is changed at the cross Where His suffering and loss Is exchanged for holy beauty in His sacrifice How beautiful now is the body of Christ. Beautiful blood, beautiful thorns, Into a victor...

What a difference a day makes. Last night we went to a VERY edifying and meaningful service at the BIG church in Louisville. We just returned from a Saturday evening contemporary Easter service at the BIG church in town. Heard a very unsatisfying message on appropriating the resurrection power of Christ. The whole sermon focused on getting your needs met. Word to the wise: do NOT commodify the power of the Most High God. He is not a cosmic power outlet to plug into when and if you need Him.

Take my heart to where it’s s’posed to be. Take it apart in spite of me And deliver me to a place Where it can apprehend your grace. Take my heart to where it’s s’posed to be Set it apart and set it free By the power of your will May my heart your spirit fill Oh take my heart to where its s’posed to be Set on the blessed hope for eternity Full of your love Sent from above In a secret holy place Beating to the drumbeat of grace You made it from the miry earth That I could come to know your worth And to follow my heart into your way Here in the blazing light of day. Oh take my heart to where its s’posed to be Set on the blessed hope for eternity Full of your love Sent from above In a secret holy place Beating to the drumbeat of grace Anthony Foster April 2, 2010

Oh Holy Lamb, my offering In my place you were disgraced Oh final sacrifice Reconciliation’s price You have conquered holy lamb Victorious you stand You are Faithful, you are true, And I will follow you. Oh bleeding lamb who stood again Struck down by men like me Men like me There on the tree The beauty of the blood The reconciling flood From the sacred substitute So resolute My grace, my peace Covenant feast Who cleansed me of my guilty stains And now only peace remains I place my hands Upon the lamb Who was sent into my wilderness And met me there in my distress He holds the keys of death and hell And all authority indwells The holy lamb who was slain He lives again so we proclaim He is the one who lives who once was dead He rose again just as he said He lives forevermore Now hear him roar. Anthony Foster April 2, 2010