God Loves It When We Trust Him
God loves it when we trust Him
With simple, childlike faith
That doesn’t doubt or worry
But rests in loving grace.
He loves it when our actions
And countenance display
A confident assurance
That He’ll direct our way.
He loves a joyful spirit
That cannot see ahead
But holds to every promise
The Lord Himself has said.
He loves our quiet watching
For what His hand will do
That says, “The Lord’s been faithful –
He always brings me through.”
He loves a heart that’s peaceful
When facing flood and flame –
A living song of worship
That magnifies His Name.
He loves it when we trust Him
Not just for life above
But through the storms, believing
His tender care and love.
Christina Joy Hommes
The Simple Things
It’s sometimes just the simple things
That mean so much to me –
Their value lies in deeper worth
Than other folks can see.
They represent the precious things
The Lord has kindly done,
The ways He’s taught me of Himself
And battles He has won.
They help me think of special times
With those I dearly love,
Of moments spent alone with God
And blessings from above.
Each time I think of what they mean,
They bring a smile or tear –
They’re full of cherished memories
These simple things so dear.
Christina Joy Hommes
Between
Between the cross and Sunday
Were days of bitter gloom
To those who took Christ’s body
And laid it in a tomb,
Because they’d all forgotten
His promise He would rise
And see them three days later
When He’d secured the prize.
But Christ had not forgotten
Or let their unbelief
Distract Him from His purpose
Though they were lost in grief.
Before the dawn had broken
That Sunday, He arose
Our everlasting Savior
Who conquered all His foes.
Behold the risen Savior
With nail prints in His hands –
The tokens of His conquest
While glorified He stands.
Believe His saving promise
For He will keep His Word
Though everyone’s forgotten
The precious things they’ve heard.
Between the resurrection
And rapture let’s hold fast
His faithful words of promise
That He will come at last.
Christina Joy Hommes
O Lord who brought Your people out
With strong and mighty hand
From Egypt’s bondage through the sea
To Canaan’s fruitful land,
O Lord who brought Your people back
With true forgiving grace
From years of long captivity
To find their promised place,
O Lord who brought Your people life
With sacrificial love
From fear of death to living hope
Of endless years above,
O Lord who’ll bring Your people home
With joy and trumpet blast
From sin and pain set free to reign
In perfect peace at last,
O Lord of strength and grace and love
Whose glory fills the sky,
Direct our steps as in those days
To lift Your Name on high.
Christina Joy Hommes
It’s Not a Waste
It’s not a waste to give the Lord
The things He’s given you
To praise His Name and gain reward
That lasts when life is through.
It’s not a waste to serve the One
Who died so you can live,
To tell the glorious things He’s done
And use the strength He’ll give.
It’s not a waste to lay aside
The comforts, wealth, and friends
Of one short life that can’t abide
For one that never ends.
It’s not a waste to scorn the praise
Of those who scorn God’s Name,
To labor in unnoticed ways
That God will see and claim.
It’s not a waste to gladly die
For one who took your place
When heaven waits beyond the sky
For all who win life’s race.
It’s not a waste to go and tell
The way to live above
If one lost soul is saved from hell
And finds the Savior’s love.
It’s not a waste, so give it all
To Jesus while you may,
For soon you’ll hear that trumpet call
And earth will fade away.
Christina Joy Hommes
For All the Many Blessings
My heart is overflowing
With gratitude and love
For all the many blessings
You’ve sent me from above.
Forgiveness and salvation
Would be enough for me
Without a home in heaven
For all eternity.
Eternal life in heaven
Through Jesus Christ my Lord
Would be enough forever
Without His kind reward.
Rich treasures kept in glory
That cannot fade away
Would be enough, dear Savior,
Without sweet gifts today.
With all of these You’ve blessed me
And countless more each day –
They show Your loving kindness
And stir my heart to say:
Lord, thank You for Your mercy
So wide and deep and free –
My cup is running over
With all You’ve done for me.
Christina Joy Hommes