Let the Lord Have His Way

I first learned this song in my home church several years ago. At the time, it seemed this song was the "theme" song for both the church and school. Anyway, I remember taking a copy of the song back to college and soon we were singing it during dorm devotions as well.

On the last Sunday of the month, the Youth Choir sings a song that they have been practicing all month long. Today's song was, Let the Lord Have His Way. I think the first verse is common; the last two were written by a lady in our church in response to the Pastor's request for more verses for the song! I hope this song can be a prayer, a reminder, a challenge...a blessing--for you.

Let the Lord Have His Way

Let the Lord have His way,

In your life ev'ry day,

There's no rest, there's no peace,

Until the Lord has His way.

Place your life in His Hand,

Rest secure in His plan.

Let the Lord,

Let the Lord have His way!

Let the Lord take control,

Give your heart, give your soul.

Trust His Word, God knows best,

He'll see you through ev'ry test.

In the storm, in His will--

Hear His voice, "Peace be still."

Let the Lord,

Let the Lord take control!

Let the Lord be seen in you,

Ev'ry day in all you do;

In your words, in your smile--
Is He there all the while?

Let His love flow right through,

Touching friend and neighbour too.

Let the Lord,

Let the Lord shine through you!

Verse 1 written by J.M Henson, 1941, renewed 1969 Faith Music
Verses 2&3 written by Lisa Cross

It Is Well

It Is Well With My Soul

When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,

When sorrows like sea billows roll;

Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,

It is well, it is well, with my soul.

{Chorus}

It is well, with my soul,

It is well, it is well, with my soul.

Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,

Let this blest assurance control,

That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,

And hath shed His own blood for my soul.

My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!

My sin, not in part but the whole,

Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,

Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!

And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,

The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;

The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,

Even so, it is well with my soul.

My Life Is Yours

My Life Is Yours to Control

With my whole heart I humbly seek you;

Now use my life, O Lord, I pray.

I yield my stubborn will completely;

May your commandments light my way.

{Chorus}

My life, Lord, is yours to control;

I give You my heart and my soul.

I'll seek Your will, never mine,

Rich treasure to find.

Give wisdom to choices I make,

Along ev'ry path that I take.

So when I complete life's race,

"Well done", You will say.

Your Word has promised me the vict'ry,

And all I need to do is claim

Your strength to soar with wings as eagles,

To walk, to run, and not to faint.

Words and Music by Rodney and Jimmelynn Rice

The Christmas Story

A favorite tradition is the reading of the Christmas Story--particularly the account from the Gospel of Luke. This is the best Christmas "story" of all because I know it is Truth; this story gives us the true meaning of Christmas. As I was telling my chapel students, Christmas is not about getting together with family and friends; giving and receiving gifts; making and eating Christmas goodies; singing Christmas carols and seeing Christmas plays...the list could go on. The reason why we celebrate Christmas is to remember Christ's birth. The beginning of God's plan for the redemption of mankind.

Luke 2:1-20

And it came to pass in those days, that there went out a decree from Caesar Augustus that all the world should be taxed. (And this taxing was first made when Cyrenius was governor of Syria.)And all went to be taxed, every one into his own city. And Joseph also went up from Galilee, out of the city of Nazareth, into Judaea, unto the city of David, which is called Bethlehem; (because he was of the house and lineage of David:)To be taxed with Mary his espoused wife, being great with child.

And so it was, that, while they were there, the days were accomplished that she should be delivered. And she brought forth her firstborn son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger; because there was no room for them in the inn.

And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night. And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid. And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord. And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger.

And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying, Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.

And it came to pass, as the angels were gone away from them into heaven, the shepherds said one to another, Let us now go even unto Bethlehem, and see this thing which is come to pass, which the Lord hath made known unto us. And they came with haste, and found Mary, and Joseph, and the babe lying in a manger. And when they had seen it, they made known abroad the saying which was told them concerning this child. And all they that heard it wondered at those things which were told them by the shepherds.

But Mary kept all these things, and pondered them in her heart.

And the shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all the things that they had heard and seen, as it was told unto them.

What Child is This

What Child is this who, laid to rest

On Mary's lap is sleeping?

Whom Angels greet with anthems sweet,

While shepherds watch are keeping?

{CHORUS}

This, this is Christ the King,

Whom shepherds guard and Angels sing;

Haste, haste, to bring Him laud,

The Babe, the Son of Mary.

Why lies He in such mean estate,

Where ox and ass are feeding?

Good Christians, fear, for sinners here

The silent Word is pleading.

Nails, spear shall pierce Him through,

The cross be borne for me, for you.

Hail, hail the Word made flesh,

The Babe, the Son of Mary.

So bring Him incense, gold and myrrh,

Come peasant, king to own Him;

The King of kings salvation brings,

Let loving hearts enthrone Him.

Raise, raise a song on high,

The virgin sings her lullaby.

Joy, joy for Christ is born,

The Babe, the Son of Mary.

These pictures were taken from Google Images.

Born To Die

Not a palace for the little King, Nor a pillow for His bed; Not a scepter for His royal hand, Nor a crown adorns His head. Born in a manger long ago, How could the Savior love me so? He left His throne for Calvary, He came to earth for me.

Ron Hamilton

Yes, death is a natural occurrence in life: Everyone will come to the end of their life at some point.

During the Christmas season, we remember the birth of Christ. His story is found in the Gospels and is preceded by many prophets who foretold His birth. He who had no beginning and has no end, came to earth in the form of a Baby. The King of the universe deigned to be born in a stable to a humble Mother and step-Father. He had one purpose: He was born so that I might live. He was born to grow up and walk the Road of Life so that I might know He understands EVERYTHING I go through. He was born so that He could be jeered and scoffed; spat upon and mis-treated; He went to the Cross where He hung and died so that I might have eternal life. He came because He loved me so. And, He came for you--because He loves you too.

Mr. Ron Hamilton expresses it well when he penned these words:

Born To Die

On the night Christ was born,

Just before break of morn,

As the stars in the sky were fading,

O'er the place where He lay, 

Fell a shadow cold and gray

Of a cross that would humble a King.

Jesus knew when he came

He would suffer in shame;

He could feel every pain and sorrow.

But He left Paradise,

With His blood He paid the price--

My redemption to Jesus I owe.

From his throne Jesus came,

Laid aside Heaven's fame

In exchange for the cross of Calv'ry;

For my gain suffered loss,

For my sin He bore the cross--

He was wounded and I was set free.

Dearest Lord, evermore

May Thy cross I adore

As I follow the path to Calv'ry;

Of Thy death I partake,

My ambition I forsake--

All my will I surrender to Thee.

{Chorus}

Born to die upon Calvary,

Jesus suffered my sin to forgive;

Born to die upon Calvary,

He was wounded that I might live.