Song for Sunday

This song is taken from a puritan prayer book, The Valley of Vision. My boss gave me a copy as a gift when I left my job as a church secretary 8 years ago. Lovely prayers in this book.

Voyage

O LORD OF THE OCEANS,

My little bark sails on a restless sea,
Grant that Jesus may sit at the helm and steer me safely;
Suffer no adverse currents to divert my heavenward curse;
Let not my faith be wrecked amid storms and shoals;
Bring me to harbor with flying pennants, hull unbleached, cargo unspoiled.
I ask great things, expect great things, shall receive great things.
I venture on thee wholly, fully, my wind, sunshine, anchor, defense.
The voyage is long, the waves high, the storms pitiless, but my helm is held steady, thy Word secures safe passage, they grace wafts me onward, my haven is guaranteed.
This day will bring me nearer home,
Grant me holy consistency in every transaction, my peace flowing as a running tide,
my righteousness as every chasing wave.
Help me to live circumspectly, with skill to convert every care into prayer,
Halo my path with gentleness and love, smooth every asperity of temper;
let me not forget how easy it is to occasion grief; may I strive to bind up every wound,                 and pour oil on all troubled waters.
May the world this day be happier and better because I live.
Let my mast before me be the Saviour’s cross, and every oncoming wave the fountain in his side.
Help me, protect me in the moving sea until I reach the shore of unceasing praise.

Song for Sunday

 

Saw Todd Agnew perform at an outdoor festival some years ago. I love his music. It was a beautiful sunny day, not a cloud in the sky. When he started singing this song a gentle rain started falling! It was an amazing experience! It felt like God’s grace was gently falling on us. I’ll never forget it.

Song for Sunday

 

My Jesus by Todd Agnew

Which Jesus do you follow?
Which Jesus do you serve?
If Ephesians says to imitate Christ
Then why do you look so much like the world?

Cause my Jesus bled and died
He spent His time with thieves and liars
He loved the poor and accosted the arrogant
So which one do you want to be?

Blessed are the poor in spirit
Or do we pray to be blessed with the wealth of this land
Blessed are they that hunger and thirst for righteousness
Or do we ache for another taste of this world of shifting sand

Cause my Jesus bled and died for my sins
He spent His time with thieves and sluts and liars
He loved the poor and accosted the rich
So which one do you want to be?

Who is this that you follow
This picture of the American dream
If Jesus was here would you walk right by on the other side 
or fall down and worship at His holy feet

Pretty blue eyes and curly brown hair and a clear complexion
Is how you see Him as He dies for Your sins
But the Word says He was battered and scarred
Or did you miss that part
Sometimes I doubt we'd recognize Him

Cause my Jesus bled and died
He spent His time with thieves and the least of these
He loved the poor and accosted the comfortable
So which one do you want to be?

Cause my Jesus would never be accepted in my church
The blood and dirt on His feet would stain the carpet
But He reaches for the hurting and despised the proud
I think He'd prefer Beale St. to the stained glass crowd
And I know that He can hear me if I cry out loud

I want to be like my Jesus!
I want to be like my Jesus!

Not a poster-child for American prosperity, but like my Jesus
You see I'm tired of living for success and popularity
I want to be like my Jesus, but I'm not sure what that means to be like You Jesus
Cause You said to live like You, love like You,but then You died for me
Can I be like You Jesus?
I want to be like my Jesus