“The God Who Touches Me…”

 

The God who touches me is the God who loves me.
Saved, my sins He has thrown into the deep sea.

He carries my soul in His hand day by day.
He wraps His strength around me; my fortress, my stay.

He covers me in light that shields from the dark.
He is the armor that protects from all fiery darts.

He’s my Shepherd and the Lamb, who leads and sacrifice.
My safety; my salvation came at His high price.

The God who touches me cares beyond what we know.
His love on display is the grandest show.

In it we see eternity play out.
His best became our rest; no reason to doubt.

On His throne He sits in heaven where we bow at the knee.
Never forsaking us, in His presence, till we are there home free.

The God who touches me, I reach out for Him too.
As the woman grabs His hem and is healed through and through.

To feel His virtue; His power; His love – it’s so real.
His Spirit overwhelms; on my heart is His seal.

Taking me to heights in heaven to know,
where for eternity I bask in His unimaginable glow.

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“Relying On God”

Not by my own strength,
it’s failing, it’s fleeting.
Relying on myself,
my life takes a beating.

It’s against the wind I fight,
expending all my fleshly might.
It’s only by His Spirit I can win,
supplied by God, the power within.

Many are searching
for the prosperous way,
forcing themselves
with striving each day.

The plans of man
are but weak and futile.
Relying on God will carry you
to the very last mile.

“Not by might, nor by power, but by my spirit, saith the LORD of Hosts,” Zechariah 4:6

“Will I Be Worthy?”

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Will I be worthy

in that day

when the clouds part

shining redemptive rays?

 

Will I be worthy

before the Son

rising with the saints

together as one?

 

Will I be worthy

to gain a crown,

with robes of righteousness

as my dressing gown?

 

Will I be worthy

to bask in that glory

when the books are opened

exposing my story?

 

Will I be worthy

to hear, “Well done;”

to enter for eternity

where’s there’s no need for sun?

 

Will I be worthy?

The answer is, “No,”

if on my own accord

I try to go.

 

My own works

can’t mark me as good,

but if on Christ’s sacrifice

I have stood;

my unworthy, sinful, scarlet state

counts me as worthy, by His grace.

 

“But ye are washed, but ye are sanctified, but ye are justified in the name of the Lord Jesus, and by the Spirit of our God.” 1 Corinthians 6:11

“The God Who Touches Me . . .” | Inspirational Christian Poetry

My Project 542-001

 

The God who touches me is the God who loves me.

Saved, my sins He has thrown into the deep sea.

 

He carries my soul in His hand day by day.

He wraps His strength around me; my fortress, my stay.

 

He covers me in light that shields from the dark.

He is the armor that protects from all fiery darts.

 

He’s my Shepherd and the Lamb, who leads and sacrifice.

My safety; my salvation came at His high price.

 

The God who touches me cares beyond what we know.

His love on display is the grandest show.

 

In it we see eternity play out.

His best became our rest; no reason to doubt.

 

On His throne He sits in heaven where we bow at the knee.

Never forsaking us, in His presence, till we are there home free.

 

The God who touches me, I reach out for Him too.

As the woman grabs His hem and is healed through and through.

 

To feel His virtue; His power; His love – it’s so real.

His Spirit overwhelms; on my heart is His seal.

 

Taking me to heights in heaven to know,

where for eternity I bask in His unimaginable glow.

 

 

 

 

 

“Will I Be Worthy?”

worthy-001

Will I be worthy

in that day

when the clouds part

shining redemptive rays?

 

Will I be worthy

before the Son

rising with the saints

together as one?

 

Will I be worthy

to gain a crown,

with robes of righteousness

as my dressing gown?

 

Will I be worthy

to bask in that glory

when the books are opened

exposing my story?

 

Will I be worthy

to hear, “Well done;”

to enter for eternity

where’s there’s no need for sun?

 

Will I be worthy?

The answer is, “No,”

if on my own accord

I try to go.

 

My own works

can’t mark me as good,

but if on Christ’s sacrifice

I have stood;

my unworthy, sinful, scarlet state

counts me as worthy, by His grace.

 

“But ye are washed, but ye are sanctified, but ye are justified in the name of the Lord Jesus, and by the Spirit of our God.” 1 Corinthians 6:11

“Relying On God”

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Not by my own strength,

It’s failing, it’s fleeting.

Relying on myself,

My life takes a beating.

 

It’s against the wind I fight,

Expending all my fleshly might.

It’s only by His Spirit I can win,

Supplied by God, the power within.

 

Many are searching

For the prosperous way,

Forcing themselves

With striving each day.

 

The plans of man

Are but weak and futile,

Relying on God will carry you

To the very last mile.

“Not by might, nor by power, but by my spirit, saith the LORD of Hosts,” Zechariah 4:6

POEM – “The God Who Touches Me . . .”

My Project 542-001

 

The God who touches me is the God who loves me.

Saved, my sins He has thrown into the deep sea.

 

He carries my soul in His hand day by day.

He wraps His strength around me; my fortress, my stay.

 

He covers me in light that shields from the dark.

He is the armor that protects from all fiery darts.

 

He’s my Shepherd and the Lamb, who leads and sacrifice.

My safety; my salvation came at His high price.

 

The God who touches me cares beyond what we know.

His love on display is the grandest show.

 

In it we see eternity play out.

His best became our rest; no reason to doubt.

 

On His throne He sits in heaven where we bow at the knee.

Never forsaking us, in His presence, till we are there home free.

 

The God who touches me, I reach out for Him too.

As the woman grabs His hem and is healed through and through.

 

To feel His virtue; His power; His love – it’s so real.

His Spirit overwhelms; on my heart is His seal.

 

Taking me to heights in heaven to know,

where for eternity I bask in His unimaginable glow.

 

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