Lord, I know You’re dead and buried,
For I saw You wrapped and carried.
Of these tears I’m growing wearied,
But my hope with You was buried.
So on this morn I make my way,
My final homage now to pay,
And find the stone now rolled away,
The body there no longer lays.
And then I see a ray of light,
A man in garments radiant, bright.
He tells me death has turned to life,
And brings the dawn to soul’s dark night.
The tears again flow down my face,
They’re streaming as I homeward race.
The tears of joy for endless grace,
The goodness of my God I taste.
My Savior lives, so join in song,
For death is weak and God is strong.
All pow’r and praise to Him belong,
His vict’ry is the angels’ song.
(Copyright 2013 by Leah E. Good)
Posted by Leah E. Good on April 3, 2013
He’s a father, a father
To many sons and daughters.
To those who live in loneliness,
To those that wander in distress.
He sees the child by the road
Hungry, dying all alone;
Bids you take that child’s load,
Bids you quiet every groan.
For these souls he gave his life,
Rescued them from endless strife.
Jesus bids us come and see,
Asks us now to set them free.
You have felt his heav’nly love.
You will dwell with him above.
Here below, his hands and feet,
To go to every town and street.
If we do not help them now,
Who will bend to wipe their brow?
If God’s people do not care,
Who will then salvation share?
We who see can’t walk away.
God within us bids us stay.
Asks us now to wash each wound,
And tell of One who’s coming soon.
(Copyright 2012 by Leah E. Good)
Posted by Leah E. Good on October 17, 2012
Lord, in the times I don’t understand,
Even then let me trust what You’ve planned.
You name the stars and count grains of sand.
You are the one holding my hand.
You are the one who suffered for me.
It is to you that I bow the knee.
Humbly I stand at Calvary’s tree.
Open my eyes, Lord, help me to see.
Only You can turn darkness to light.
Only Jesus can give blind men sight.
Only You can turn weakness to might.
Only you, Lord, can turn wrongs to right.
In this life I might not understand.
You are the rock upon which I stand.
This, Lord, my life, I place in your hand,
Trusting always in your perfect plan.
(Copyright Leah Good 2012)
Posted by Leah E. Good on October 3, 2012
These are tears you were never meant to shed,
This is anger you were never meant to sow,
This is darkness you were never meant to dread,
This is pain you were never meant to know.
This is Satan warring with his minions,
This is sin that causes men to groan,
These are powers fighting for dominion,
This is evil battling for the throne.
This is Jesus who left His throne of glory,
This is the One who came to conquer sin,
This is He who died a death most gory,
This is Christ the triumph now to win.
This is blood that was shed for you and me,
This is death that sets the prisoner free,
This is the Lord who won the victory,
This is the battle, won on Calvary’s tree.
Posted by Leah E. Good on August 22, 2012
She’s lying in her cradle,
Waiting for someone to care,
Needing someone to notice,
That she has a life to share.
Few know she’s born and waiting.
Few stop to open their eyes.
Who now will stop and listen?
Who now will care that she cries?
The God who sees the sparrows,
He calls His children to war,
Gives us His love and power
To fight for the weak and poor.
Who will take up the war cry?
To rescue a precious girl.
To live out pure religion,
And love a beautiful pearl.
Please consider helping the Garner family as they adopt a beautiful little girl from Eastern Europe. Paisley has Spina Bifida and needs surgery in the U.S. as soon as possible.
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Posted by Leah E. Good on July 16, 2012
Jesus died for me
Up on Calvary,
Jesus died for me
Won’t you come and see.
Do you see him there?
Bruised beyond despair,
Thorn crown on his brow,
Whose face is that now?
They did spear his side,
Blood that we may hide,
From the wrath of God,
And His mighty rod.
Spikes did pierce his flesh,
Though He was sinless,
Twas love he gave us,
Dying on the cross.
Jesus died for you,
On the cross it’s true.
Jesus died for you,
Can’t you see the view.
Don’t be fooled by sin,
Just look up at him,
And wait not to long,
Come sing a new song (of Him)
(Copyright 1990 by Kenneth J. Good)
Posted by Leah E. Good on July 9, 2012
I raise my head and sniff the air,
There’s something different lurking there;
A smell that speaks of coming change,
The smell of something God arranged.
The tingling cold of coming snow,
The earthy scent of things that grow,
The warmth of sunshine, skies of blue,
The smell that comes with brilliant hues.
Creation greets with willing heart,
The changes that each season starts;
Never doubting Him who made them,
To be faithful to sustain them.
My God who made the sea and land,
Will gently guide me by His hand.
Though waves of change may crash and roar,
Upon the eagle’s wings I’ll soar.
(copyright 2012 by Leah E. Good)
Posted by Leah E. Good on July 2, 2012
Ye are a chosen people,
Walk by faith and not by sight;
Ye are an holy nation,
Go forth with a shining light.
A chosen generation,
Your hearts on high He raises;
Ye, God’s peculiar people,
To show forth all His praises.
He who called you from darkness,
Into His marvelous light;
He who deserves all worship,
The way of the truth and life.
Based on 1 Peter 2:9
(Copyright by Leah E. Good 2012)
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Posted by Leah E. Good on June 11, 2012