Rejoice! For the King is Born!

 

Rejoice, O Mary

For good news I bring,

Good news, from God on high!

Rejoice, be happy

For comes a King.

Good news – Salvation is nigh!

 

Sing praise, O Joseph

For good news is here,

Good news of a baby boy!

Sing praise, be glad,

Redemption's near -

Sin He will destroy.

 

Bless God, O Simeon

For the Light breaks in:

The Consolation of Israel is born.

Bless God for His sign,

Atonement He brings

Turning darkness to glorious dawn.

 

Bear witness, O Anna,

Give thanks to the Lord

For the promise of God is complete.

Bear witness, rejoice,

For He is God's Word:

Death He has come to defeat.

 

So, come all you people,

Sing praise to the King!

Sing all the ends of the earth.

Rejoice and be glad;

Your praises - come bring,

Through Him you can have new birth.

 

All glory, all honour to God on high!

Rejoice with the angels, come sing!

Holy, holy, holy is His Majesty -

Worthy of the praises we bring.

 

© 16th December 2020

A Promise

 

A great promise to the world is born,

A promise for every nation,

For fallen man in all his sin –

A promise of salvation.

Seed of Abraham, Son of Man,

Son of David – King.

Born of a virgin in Bethlehem.

Salvation He will bring.

 

Root of Jesse, Light to all,

“His banner over me is love!”

Redemption for iniquity,

Salvation from above.

 

Lion of Judah, Bread of Life,

A sceptre in His hand.

Ruler over all the world

Salvation for every land.

 

O come, Immanuel – God’s King,

Oh come to crush our sin.

Come, enter into every heart –

Salvation for Your kin.

 

Prince of Peace, Almighty God;

Everlasting Father,

Name above all other names.

Come, all Your people gather.

Sing great praise to the Lord,

Master o’er creation,

One who freely pardons sin,

One who gives salvation

 

© Carolyn Davison 3^rd December 2020

Based on Psalm 104

We praise God for creation:

His clothing is His light.

He laid the earth’s foundations.

He made both day and night.

 

We bless God for creation:

We bless Him in our soul,

For He gives in abundance -

He makes the empty, whole.

 

We see God in creation:

His power, omniscience, love.

Leviathan in the oceans,

The birds in sky above

 

We hear God in creation:

The mighty thunders roar.

The fastest flowing rivers,

Earth shaking at its core.

 

We feel God in creation:

The wind upon our face,

The showers of many blessings,

The sunshine of His grace.

 

We taste God in creation:

His bread gives strength to all,

Wine to bring us gladness,

Grace sweetens bitter gall.

 

We smell God in creation:

Scent of the dew of morn,

The fragrance of the flowers,

The smell of day’s new dawn.

 

So, come our souls to bless Him,

Jehovah Jireh gives.

Our souls should sing His praises,

As long as we shall live.

 

© Carolyn Davison 1^st December 2020

 

 

 

Empty Manger, Empty Tomb

 Mary holds her tiny baby Underneath her finite arms: With her love and care, protects Him, Safely keeping Him from harm.

Weak and helpless, tiny baby,
Comforted on Mary’s breast:
Full of peace and reassurance,
Falls asleep in calming rest.

Mary kisses tiny baby,
On the cheeks of El Shaddai.
Arms of love to comfort, calm Him.
Songs of joy, sweet lullaby.

Look! We see the manger empty,
Saviour now on Calvary’s road.
To the cross He climbs Golgotha -
For to bear sin’s awful load.

See the nails holding our Saviour
Outstretched are infinite arms.
In His love He dies for sinners -
Keeping them from hellish harm.

Weak and bleeding, dying Saviour,
All alone - no comfort there.
Wrath of God is poured upon Him -
For our sins, which He doth bear.

Father turns away from His Son!
El Shaddai bears mortal sin.
Close to death He is forsaken.
For His people’s souls to win.

Look! we see the tomb is empty!
Death is dead - it reigns no more!
Jesus, Saviour, now ascended -
Intercedes forever more!

© Carolyn Davison 3rd October 2020

We Come to the Saviour

We come to the Saviour

Just as we are, 

We can bring Him nothing

We are empty jars. 

He shows us His mercy, 

He gives us His grace. 

Beholding His beauty - 

We gaze on His face.

We come to the Saviour

Who gives us a crown, 

We come to Him naked - 

He gives us a gown. 

We come to Him broken, 

New heart He gives

Dead in our sins, 

But He makes us live. 

We come to the Saviour

Who shows us deep love.

We come to Him fallen, 

He raises us up. 

We sit with the princes

On His holy hill. 

We come to the One, 

Who thinks good, not ill!

We come to the Saviour

Who gives water of life.

We come to the Bridegroom,

The Church is His wife.

We come to the One

Who's preparing our place -

Our wonderful Jesus

Full of glorious grace. 

We come to the Saviour

Who's seated above, 

Who prays for His people, 

Whose wounds show His love. 

We come through the one

Who feels as we do. 

He washes and cleanses 

And makes us anew!

Why do you tarry

Dear sinner, O why?

His people are blessèd,

Apples of His eye.

His thoughts are not evil

Towards those whom He saves. 

He came to redeem and

Make free Satan's slaves. 

So come to this Saviour, 

He will give you life,

Peace in your heart, 

No more ungodly strife.

Come as you are - 

Forgiveness abounds. 

In Him, kindess, mercy,

Love and grace are found. 

© Carolyn Davison June 2020

O Lord, You are

O Lord, you are my mighty shield,
You protect me from my foe.
Onto the spiritual battlefield
Before me You will go.

O Lord, You are my solid tower,
You guard me from all ill.
You keep me by Your awesome power,
And guide me by Your will.

O Lord, You are my firmest rock,
You save me from all harm.
Though many may come to scorn and mock,
Strong and Steadfast is Your arm.

O Lord, You are my hope and stay,
My safety from God’s wrath.
You show me love, each passing day,
Deep love which never stops.

O Lord, You are my Heavenly King,
You rule me from Your throne.
To You, my heart must always cling,
To You, and You alone.

© Carolyn Davison 6th July 2020

When Jesus Hung at Calvary - Not for the Colour

When Jesus hung at Calvary, 

He hung there for our sin. 

It was for broken, contrite hearts, 

Not for the colour of our skin.

When Jesus hung at Calvary, 

We wonder and ask, "Why?"

It was for us to be redeemed, 

Not for the colour of our eyes.

When Jesus hung at Calvary, 

We ask, "Why was He there?"

It was for our eternal good, 

Not for the colour of our hair. 

When Jesus hung at Calvary, 

We wonder, "Why was He alone?"

It was for our acceptance, 

Not for our vocal tone. 

When Jesus hung at Calvary, 

He didn't look at outward traits. 

He died to save a people, 

Changing hearts to peace, from hate. 

© Carolyn Davison 10th June 2020

Sacrifice to the gods

From My Notes in Facebook

Sacrifice to the gods

CAROLYN ABI'EL DAVISON·SUNDAY, 8 DECEMBER 2019·READING TIME: 1 MINUTE

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I was heartbroken today in prayer,
Because children are a blessing;
A gift of almighty God
Sent to bring joy and happiness.
But instead of counting them joy,
A hindrance they've become,
A bane upon the mother's life
And ripped out of her womb!

I was heartbroken today in prayer
As I thought of their tiny lives,
Conceived in sin and iniquity
But created in the image of God.
They had no chance at least -
Instead they were chopped up,
As if meat for a feast!

Broken tiny bodies, dismembered
Not given a chance to learn,
Forgotten, not remembered!

Broken tiny pieces, half father's
Half mother's!
No chance to see the dawn,
No sisters and no brothers!

Or perhaps their siblings were thrown
Into a kidney dish,
Broken, bruised, dismembered,
This would not have been their wish!

Molech, Dagon, Ashtoreth,
They may not look the same,
But in the 21st century,
Abortion's just another name,
For sacrificing children to the
Gods of self and sin.
Destruction of tiny babies
Destruction of your kin!

© Carolyn Davison 7th December 2019

Coming to Pray (Hymn, altd.)

Your kingly sceptre in Your hand

Bidding Your people "Come!

Present Your prayers before My throne, 

Through My Eternal Son."

We come into Your chamber, Lord, 

With boldness as we pray.

Petitions brought before your throne:

You hear them night and day.

Your ear inclined to those You love,

To those You call Christ's Bride.

A love so tender and so deep -

To win Her, He had died.

Christ takes our weakest, mumbled words, 

Removing all the weeds: 

Presenting prayers, a sweet bouquet. 

For us, He intercedes.

You kiss us with Your richest grace.

Blessings and love abound. 

Only eternal joy and peace 

In Jesus Christ are found. 

© Carolyn Davison May 2020 (altd.)

Tune: Westminster

Coming to Pray (Original Poem)

We come into Your chamber, Lord, 

With boldness as we pray.

Petitions brought before your throne

At any time of day.

Your ear inclined to those You love,

To those You call Your Bride.

A love so deep and tender -

To win Her, You had died.

You take our weakest, mumbled words, 

Removing all the weeds, 

And present our prayers, a sweet bouquet - 

For us, You intercede.

You kiss us with Your richest grace.

Blessings and love abound. 

Only eternal joy and peace - 

In Jesus Christ are found. 

Your kingly sceptre in Your hand

Bids Your people "Come!

Present Your prayers before My throne, 

Through My Eternal Son."

© Carolyn Davison May 2020

I Deserved

I deserved the nail pierced hands, The nakedness and shame, Death is the wage for all my sins, But Jesus took the blame

I deserved the nail pierced feet,

The thorns upon my head, But there is One who took it all - Jesus died instead.

I deserved the pain and grief,

The judgement of the Lord, But on the cross, One hung for me - Jesus, pierced by God’s sword.

I deserved the bitter gall,

The judgement cup of wrath, But there was One who drank it all - He drank every final drop.

I deserved the blackest hours,

The one who was rejected, But there was Jesus, fully smitten, That I may be accepted.

I deserved the piercèd side,

The punishment for my sin, But Jesus is the only way - Heaven’s only entry in.

All I deserved was wrath and death,

But received His love and grace - For Jesus took my punishment; He hung there in my place.

Now interceding for His Bride,

With wounds of the deepest love, The Lord, our blessèd advocate Prepares our home above.

© Carolyn Davison 2020 (written 24th May)