I’m looking through you, to Christ who sustains,
In the midst of the storm, He calms all our pains.
A light in the darkness, a hope standing true,
Through valleys and shadows, He’s guiding us through.

When fear and doubt whisper, and faith feels so small,
His love and His grace lift me up when I fall.
In the heart’s quietest moments, when silence is near,
His voice gently calls, bringing peace, drawing near.

I’m looking through you, and seeing His plan,
A promise of love written by His hand.
With my eyes on the Saviour, my soul is at rest,
For in His embrace, I know I am blessed.

Children understand loveliness.
They recognise the aroma,
the touch of love,
the echo of hearts
that rise to adore.

Children understand loveliness.
They recognise the savour,
the weight of feast,
the press of voices
that sing with laughter.

Children understand loveliness.
They recognise Christmas
within the heat,
the fire and glory
of Christ's forgiveness.

Children understand Christmas.
Look to them.

dear God almighty
you are
the
willow in the wind
who
dwells
in
the
soul
of
a tiny grain of sand
still
He has the whole world
in the palm of His hands

Oh lord, I am the clay
within your hands
and you are the potter
I just want to serve you
oh lord, in your master plan
now, wrap your arms around me
and through your sweet glory
embrace me towards
the Kingdom of Heaven
for thou art the power and glory
but still, don't forsake me Lord
shape me lord
make me lord
just say the holy words
and I will obey your commands
just, wrap your arms around me
and through your sweet glory
for thou art with me
to be thy rod and staff
here to comfort me
in your power and sweet glory
but don't forsake me Lord
shape me lord
make me lord
just say the holy words
and I will obey
your commands
when we are made of clay

Lord, take my life from the earth,
To heaven, Lord, lead me there:
The weight of life’s crosses, Lord,
For me is too much to bear.

Help me carry life's crosses,
When I find life hard to live:
Needed wisdom, I need Lord,
It sufficient to me give.

I ask you Lord to help me,
Especially when there's strife:
Help me Lord to not give up,
Help me when hard I find life.

The virtues, Lord that I need,
To me give them, Lord I plead.

Miracles appeared
When I died
I let the
Blood of Jesus
Run through my veins
Now I do more
In my life than just maintain
I live in the blood of Jesus

i believe,
even the stars
get tired.

when the night sky
had folded them away
back into the darkness

and the moon,
that lonesome thing,
has doused itself in shadows.

so will you too, my friend
shy away from the light
as if it would burn
if it reached you.

maybe you feel,
you just are not strong enough
to face the day.

that the midnight hour
is a broken thing

and oh, the silence
is deafening.

and you and i know, even the stars
are tired.

you mourn for them
as their light expires.