Stories of Faith

Is truth just the present—what happens today?
Is truth found in words—in what others will say?

No, truth must endure beyond feeling or fact
It stands through the ages, and calls our hearts back

Is truth only logic—things known and perceived?
No, truth often hides, but must still be believed

Is truth really truth if it does not remain?
It must stand through testing, through breaking, through pain

Forever truth stands, past what people have known
In justice and truth God established His throne

For truth we must seek, but to seek is not all
To really know truth you must answer God’s call

Yes, truth has been constant—beyond time and space
For truth became flesh, and beheld we His grace

Yes, truth is our way, and the life of our souls
For truth is the promise of hope that we hold

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Yeshua said to him, “I am the way, the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through Me.”
-John 14:6

To You our hearts are open
And to You our lives unfold
Made new as You have chosen
And revealed since days of old

Our boundaries fall before You
In Your love our hearts are lost
We pour our hearts before You
You are worth the highest cost

To You be all the glory
All the majesty and praise
To you be all the wisdom
‘Midst our weak and humble ways

For You have looked upon us
In our weak and lowly state
And sent for us a Savior
To redeem us in the gate

For You is praise in Zion
And dominion in those gates
For You are Judah’s lion
And for You the throne awaits

For You are blessed forever
King eternal in the skies
In You our souls find shelter
And we lift our weary eyes

For who on earth is like You?
None in heaven could compare
When in Your Name we gather
You come down and meet us there

By mercy You have called us
And have known us each by name
You wrought great wonders for us
And through grace thus far we came

So we raise the holy banner
Of Your triumph and Your praise
As this story keeps unfolding
In the most amazing ways

Thus we keep on marching further
On the path ordained of old
Till the day Your matchless splendor
With unveiled face we behold

Before the King we bow the knee
And pledge eternal loyalty
For He has saved us from our foes
Thus we shall go where’er He goes

Before the King we march ahead
And cross the Jordan’s riverbed
To take possession of the land
He pledged to us with upraised hand

Before the King we bravely fight
Defending what is true and right
Whate’er the risks, despite the odds
We wage a war ‘gainst Caanan’s gods

Before the King we serve and stand
To do whate’er He shall command
To learn His wisdom, sing His praise
And glory in His wondrous ways

Before the King we shall rejoice
So glad to hear His mighty voice
So humbled that for us He cares
Our troubles and concerns He shares

Before the King we shout His fame
Our victory is in His Name
To every nation we shall tell
There is a King in Israel

Before the King a river flows
Which sends forth life where’er it goes
Before our King shall we abide
By Him forever satisfied

On the day you die, what would you leave upon this earth?
Is what you treasure temporal, or of true, eternal worth?

What is left? A well-filled house? A closet full of clothes?
And influence that spreads as far as only Yahweh knows?

Would you leave a tidy Bible on the shelf displayed?
Or would you leave it open on the bed-stand—worn and frayed?

Would you leave much wealth and stuff you thought that you would use?
Would you be pleased with how you lived, with what you daily choose?

What is left behind? Your kids? Your husband or your wife?
And how would they describe you when they think about your life?

Would you leave regrets or grief or countless words unsaid?
And would there be so many things you should have done instead?

Would you leave behind old fights, or did you all forgive?
For sin and selfish pleasure, or for Yahweh did you live?

When your life on earth is done, what would you leave behind?
Sweet mem’ries of a life well-lived—a heart both firm and kind?

Would you leave a legacy of honest truth and love?
Would you have shown your loved ones how to get to heav’n above?

When this life is done, what could your bring to heaven’s reign?
Your blood-cleansed soul, and those who through your influence were changed

How deep is the fountain from which my joy floweth
How high is the mountain on which my feet stand
How vast are the marvelous wonders He showeth
How great is the strength of His mighty Right Hand

How sure are His mercies—made new every morning
How bright is His light in the the days that are dim
How great is His goodness stored up for those fearing
His Name—all those finding their refuge in Him

How strong is the bedrock on which I am founded
How dear is the heritage given to me
How deep are my roots—in that land I am grounded
How true are His words, and forever shall be

How free is His grace, never purchased by silver
How dear is His love, more than men e’er could tell
How full is my heart, satisfied by my Savior
How good is Yehovah unto Israel

My heart has found a greater joy
More strong than what I see or feel
My eyes have seen a better world
Though heavenly, still near and real

My strength comes not from earthly means
From wealth that flees, or man who dies
My might comes from the ceaseless fount
Of living waters He supplies

My eyes have seen a better way
Though narrow and hard-pressed it be
My eyes are fixed on Zion’s mount
Where I shall live eternally

My heart has found a better life
Than living for my selfish gain
My soul has found a kinder Lord
And I shall ever serve Him fain

My soul has found a lasting peace
Through pain it stands—sent from above
My ears have heard a sweeter song
Of priceless, covenantal love

My eyes have seen a fairer place
A portion beautiful is mine
My heart has made the better choice
Surrendering to His design