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My House (I Samuel 2:31-36)by amoswilson |
I built myself a house
That was so great and grand.
I built with all the best
Materials at hand.
I built the walls of straw,
The floor of stubble hay,
The beams were painted reeds,
Foundations made of clay.
In envy of my house,
All people came to gaze.
And I have all I need,
In this, the house I raised.
But then God sent a wind,
With lightening from the sky,
In leveling my house,
He leveled too my pride.
For with my hand I built,
And now He struck my hand,
And so I see my sin.
I see that I am damned.
Forgive me for my pride,
For humbled now I see,
When You hacked down my house,
It was a grace to me.
My house but blocked my view,
And limited my sights.
Now clearly I perceive,
Your holy house of life.
Your house is built in gold,
With bedrock as its root.
Of cedar beams the roof,
The walls of granite hewn.
I come before Your door,
And fall upon my knee.
Do you let sinners in?
Will You open to me?
My name’s above the door.
O Lord, how could it be?
When I was yet in sin,
You built Your house for me?
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God’s Revolution (I Samuel 2:4-7)by amoswilson |
The mighty man has bent his bow,
It snapped before he dealt a blow.
The one who fed on cream and meats,
Now begs for pennies in the streets.
The woman who had many sons,
Will live to mourn for everyone.
For God controls both life and death,
Success and victory in Him rest.
He raises up and razes low,
He arms the weak against his foe,
He gives the hungry food to eat,
He makes the barren womb complete.
So rich or dispossessed are one,
For by God’s hand are these things done.
In honor or in lowliness,
God guides all so His name is blessed.
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This Miraculous Son (I Samuel 1:12-28)by amoswilson |
When I fasted in mourning and cried,
While my rival provoked me to grief,
And the man that I love chose to chide,
Since I would not drink, nor would I eat.
Though undrinking, rebuked as if drunk,
By the war-weary priest of the Lord,
By this final rebuke I am stung,
Yet still I’ll be gracious in word.
Now I cast off my sorrowful face.
Having faith that God heard my request.
And he gave me a son by His grace,
Evermore His great name will I bless.
May your soul live! Sir, I was the one,
Who had prayed at your feet in her tears.
Now behold this miraculous son!
He will worship God all of his years.
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SONG OF HANNAH
By Amos Wilson
To the tune of “Mo Ghile Mear”
Chorus:
Glory to the Lord of Hosts,
He shall be my only boast,
He has humbled all my foes,
All praise to You, my saving Lord.
Grief and pain were all I knew,
A dried-up well, a barren root,
So with my voice I cried to You:
There is no one holy like the Lord!
There’s no one righteous like our God,
And only Him will I applaud,
For He has been my fortress rock:
There is no one holy like our Lord!
Beware your proud and careless speech,
Do not disguise your wicked deeds,
For God knows all — so take your heed:
There is no one holy like our Lord!
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Memorial (Psalm 44:1-8)
by amoswilson
Lord, we have heard of Your historic deeds,
Your providence our fathers preached to us,
By Your defense from tyrants they were freed,
With confidence in You they put their trust.
You raised up heroes who would act for You,
From Moses, Joshua, Gideon, and more,
To You and You alone is all the credit due,
For You gave victory when they made war.
Let my memorial be only Christ,
His guiding hand will be my only boast.
I’ll tell my kids his graces in my life,
When I was aided by the Lord of Hosts.
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My Judge, My Light, My Song (Psalm 43)
by amoswilson
Lord, the Judge of my salvation,
Judge the godless men’s deceit,
Show Your might as my defender,
Prosecute their perfidy.
Why have You made me an outcast?
Why must I mourn in this plight?
Lord, I know that You are sovereign,
I will trust Your love and might.
Lord send out Your light upon us,
Guide us to Your holiness.
Come, dispel each lie and shadow,
With Your perfect presence bless,
I have come unto Your mountain,
What have I to sacrifice?
To endure Your holy altar,
Let Your blood for me suffice.
I will sing to You thanksgiving,
In a dance Your worship raise,
Glad with all Your church to glory,
Harness ever art for praise!
What excuse have I for moaning?
I have hope since God is true.
God is God, and my God sovereign,
I will magnify anew!