Eight years old!
Can't believe I have been blogging for over 8 years. That is alottagloggin, and it's been fun. Now Facebook shares in the fun, but I will keep on posting lyrics and news, clues, and views here ad infinitum...
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The Hills are Calling Me
The hills are calling me today And waters gush from virgin clay And I will leave plow and team And follow the bright winding stream Traveling its course along What a beautiful silvery song The pebbled brook sings just for me And I am filled with ecstasy To the hills I will lift up my eyes And see the living Lord arise This is where my help comes from There I will rest till my day comes. Before me lies the gushing spring Around its blue mouth tall blades cling I’ve found the shady hills at last And trees their cooling shadows cast They hold me as a bosom friend I wish the day would never end God’s hills are wondrous fair today And I could here forever stay. To the hills I will lift up my eyes And see the living Lord arise This is where my help comes from There I will rest till my day comes. After a depression era poem by John B. Cruise Anthony Foster February 22, 2011
Shadow of the Cross
‘Neath the cross I will take refuge In this dry and weary land In the glory of His sacrifice I will hope and I will stand. Oh the shadow of the Cross Fall full upon me I pray Oh shadow of the Cross Cover me in your refreshing shade Be my refuge In this wilderness Be my place of shelter And my place of rest Be the place where I am fully blessed Neath the shadow of the cross. In the light of the glory of the Presence Casts a cross shaped shadow on our walls And we tremble in this glory As on our lives this shadow falls The cross is a tower Erected on the Rock Where His outstetched wings Shelter His own flock Oh the shadow of the Cross Fall full upon me I pray Oh shadow of the Cross Cover me in your refreshing shade Be my refuge In this wilderness Be my place of shelter And my place of rest Be the place where I am fully blessed Neath the shadow of the cross. Anthony Foster February 13, 2011
Blood of Jesus
The blood of Jesus runneth deep Deep enough to cover all your sin. There is no depth to which you can sink There is no thought that you can think There is no secret place That’s beyond the reach of grace Blood that covers, blood that covers Blood that covers all our sin. The blood of Jesus reaches wide Wide enough to overwhelm our sin There is nowhere man can hide Where the love of Christ will not abide He delivers us from that evil place Such is the scope of redeeming grace Blood that conquers, blood that conquers Blood that conquers all our sin. The blood of Jesus is ever strong Strong to cast out all all our sin There is no land beyond His reach The blood of the Word shall forever preach Until the day a man dies It redeems and sanctifies Blood that casts out, blood that casts out Blood that casts out all our sin. The blood of Jesus cleanses clean Cleanses us from all our sin It cleanses those who are defiled Cleanses us and reconciles And every one who is redeemed Is cleansed by the...