If I should wake tomorrow
On heaven’s golden shore,
Then glory! hallelujah!
I’d feel earth’s pain no more.

I’d see my precious Savior
And fall before His feet
To worship and to thank Him
As face to face we’d meet.

I’d walk the streets rejoicing
With all the saints of old,
Enjoying and retelling
Accounts of grace untold.

I’d sing with voice unhindered
The praises of my King,
In poetry celestial
My grateful thanks to bring.

I’d be forever happy,
Forevermore at rest,
Rejoicing in my Savior
Whose Name I have confessed.

I’d know His grace and mercy,
Taste freely of His love,
And wait for you to join me
In heaven’s home above.

Christina Joy Hommes

The birds are sweetly singing
The praises of their King,
The breeze is gently bringing
Their tune to everything.

The sun is warmly greeting
Whatever it can find,
The moon and stars retreating
Seem glad to be outshined.

With unassuming beauty
The flowers greet the sun,
The dew completes its duty
And leaves when it is done.

The bees begin their mission
Of spreading life and cheer –
Their modest work’s ambition
To make sweet fruit appear.

God’s people are awaking
With praises and with prayer
Their new assignments taking
With gratitude and care.

And God, the great Creator,
Is present and attends
The needs of all His creatures
Through blessings that He sends.

Christina Joy Hommes

If you could live without earth’s pain
Where was no death or sorrow,
Would you return and choose to face
Life’s toil again tomorrow?

Yet God Himself became a man
To bear our shame and trouble,
To face temptation just like us
And find dreams turned to rubble.

Why did He come? He came to serve,
To seek and save the erring;
On our behalf He stooped to die,
Our sin debt freely bearing.

O love divine! To think that God
Would come to taste our sorrow
That He might offer life that lasts
Through every long tomorrow.

Christina Joy Hommes

What? Don’t you know your body
Is God’s and not your own –
It is His holy temple,
The place He sets His throne?

For when Christ died He purchased
Your body and your soul;
Now you are His possession
And under His control.

So glorify the Savior
Who loves you as His own
In body and in spirit
Since both are His alone.

Present to Him your body
A living sacrifice
Transformed into His image
Whose mercy paid the price.

For it is only fitting
To serve the One who gave
His life to be the ransom
So He could love and save.

Don’t think, look, act, and talk like
The world He saved you from,
But grow in grace and knowledge
Till like Him you’ve become.

Your body is His temple,
Your smile will make it shine –
A beacon of His mercy
And gospel love divine.

Christina Joy Hommes

“What? know ye not that your body
is the temple of the Holy Ghost
which is in you, which ye have of God,
and ye are not your own?
For ye are bought with a price:
therefore glorify God
in your body, and in your spirit,
which are God’s.”
1 Corinthians 6:19-20

“I beseech you therefore, brethren,
by the mercies of God,
that ye present your bodies
a living sacrifice, holy, acceptable unto God,
which is your reasonable service.
And be not conformed to this world:
but be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind,
that ye may prove what is that good,
and acceptable, and perfect, will of God.”
Romans 12:1-2

Go plant the Word with kindness,
And water it with tears –
Spread everywhere the gospel
Till every creature hears.

For soon will be the harvest,
And those who reap rejoice –
Who’ll hear through you the echo
Of Christ the Shepherd’s voice?

Christina Joy Hommes