Stained by sin are the tips of my fingers
Stalked by death the steps that I take
Proud is the heart that beats in my chest
Sin is what’s left in my wake
Broken are the bridges that daily I build
Flawed are the friendships I keep
There are no ways to undo what I’ve done
The debt I’ve incurred is too steep
Someone must cover the cost of my sin
Someone must pay for my life
Nothing I do or say will suffice
I need the one they call Christ
Jesus Christ is the very Son of God
And He’s willfully died in my place
He’s gone as the lamb is led to the slaughter
He’s bestowed on all sinners His grace
Perfect was the life that Jesus had lived
Undeserving was the death that He died
But unworthy a foe the grave did prove
For Jesus has risen, He’s alive!
Not even the clutches of death could hold Him
There is no power below or above
Christ will triumph again and again
There is no match for His love
What we deserve is a sinner’s death
But Christ died for you and for me
Death could not hold Him, nor will it ever
Thus by Christ we’re alive, we’re free
Sitting in the garden alone,
I pray out to the Lord who sits on His throne.
I marvel at His majesty,
and wonder why He would ever think of me.
I am just a sinful man,
tainted by the world, with sin on my hands.
The words I pray are quiet and small;
how could they ever matter to the Lord of All?
Sunday morning we all sing,
lifting up our voices in praise to the King.
Some will raise their hands to the sky
while others will kneel down to pray and to cry.
In unison we glorify,
but our words are often empty and our hearts so dry.
Five hundred voices harmonize,
and yet they do no justice to the Lord on High.
Angels in the heavenly clouds,
dancing and rejoicing and shouting out loud.
It’s an overwhelming sight,
joyful explosions of both sound and light.
Even the lions and the trees
are leaping in worship and bowing on their knees.
But still it’s simply not enough
to glorify a God who is so glorious.
Yet somehow God is more than pleased;
He’s filled with joy at the dancing of the trees.
He’s also honored by our songs;
even sung by sinners, He’d hear us all day long.
He is even happy with me;
a long lost son who’s come home on his knees.
Our God is oh so glorious,
yet He still longs to love and be loved by us.
Psalm 30 – Thank you, O Lord, for… lifting me up when I’m down, answering my call for help, bringing me up from the grave, looking on me with favor, keeping me secure, making my mountains stand firm, turning my wailing into dancing, clothing me with joy, and allowing my heart to sing!
Psalm 136 – Thank you, O Lord, for… being good, doing great wonders, understanding and making the heavens, spreading out the waters upon the earth, making the great lights, protecting Israel your people, leading them through the desert, freeing us from our enemies, remembering us always, giving food to every creature, and loving us forever!
Ephesians 1:15-23 – Thank you, O Lord, for… supplying us with faith, hearing our prayers, giving us the Spirit of wisdom and revelation, allowing us to know you, opening the eyes of our heart, revealing the hope of your glory, enlightening us, empowering us with your strength, raising Christ from the dead, granting Him rule and authority, and fulfilling us through Him!
Philippians 1:3-8 – Thank you, O Lord, for… giving us partners in the gospel, granting us the spirit of brotherhood, allowing us to pray with joy, giving us confidence, beginning a good work in us and carrying it on to completion, dwelling in our hearts, sharing with us your grace, abounding in love, and filling us with the fruit of righteousness that comes through Jesus Christ!
Psalm 100 – Thank you, O Lord, for… giving us a reason to shout for joy, allowing us to worship with gladness, hearing our joyful songs, being the one true God, making us and making us yours, ushering us into your gates, loving us with everlasting love, and being faithful through all generations!
Colossians 3:15-17 – Thank you, O Lord, for… sending the peace of Christ to rule our hearts, making us as one body, giving us reason to be grateful, sending the word of Christ to dwell in us, allowing us to teach with wisdom, inspiring us to sing and rejoice, being our every reason to give thanks, and accepting our thankfulness!
Thank you for the sun
And also for the breeze
Thank you for the sky
And for the clouds and the trees
Thank you for our breath
And thank you for the light
Thank you for the day
And also for the night
Thank you for movement
And thank you for stopping
Thank you for listening
And likewise for talking
Thank you for adventures
Thank you for the journey
Thank you for growing
And thank you for learning
Thank you for life
And even for death
Thank you for knowing
When we need to rest
Thank you for the blessings
We get to enjoy
Thank you for smiling
And for laughter and joy
Thank you for trouble
And for the hard times
Thank you for the lessons
That shape our lives
Thank you for freedom
For the choices therein
And thank you for saving us
When we choose to sin
Thank you for mercy
Thank you for grace
Thank you for Jesus
Who died in our place
Thank you for your pardon
For the power of your blood
Thank you for faith
And thank you for love
Thank you for being there
And thank you for caring
Thank you for your kindness
And for always sharing
Thank you for the past
For today and for tomorrow
Thank you for the days
That you’ve let us borrow
Thank you for choosing us
To live and to love
Thank you for the day
We’ll join you above
For now give us courage
Grant us peace and wisdom
So more souls might thank you
For all that you’ve done
We thank you, our Father
And Jesus, the Son
We thank you, Holy Spirit
All three, who are one
We thank you in earnest
We thank you from the heart
We thank you for your love
And for all that you are
Outside there’s a storm,
A rain so strong that it soaks everything..
Rooftops, clothes, skin, and even bones.
Not even our dreams escape the fury that falls from the sky.
That sky went dark, some time ago.
There remains no shining sun, no light, and no hope.
The darkness covers the earth like a heavy blanket
And it’s oppressive with its deep, dark obscurity.
Even in the depth of our souls we feel the weight of the night,
Dark and black.
The light of the day has fled,
And along with her the light we call hope.
The one who sent the storm wanted it this way,