We talk about self-image
And self-identify,
We try to find new freedom
In redefining “me,”
We set out to discover
The person that we are
And spend our lives in searching
For some great inner star.
Yet my intrinsic value
Lies not in who I am,
But in the holy Image
I bear and Whose I am.
It’s not that I am mighty
Or talented or loved,
But Who had made and claimed me,
Who calls me His beloved.
It’s not in my achievements
And all the things I do,
But in His work within me
To let His love shine through.
It’s not in my great vision
And impact that I rest,
But in this sweet assurance –
In Jesus I am blessed.
It’s not my clothes that give me
The status that I bear,
But Jesus’ robes of beauty
And righteousness I wear.
It’s not great wealth and riches
Or things that I acquire,
But in His glorious treasures,
The prize that I desire.
It’s not in my self-image,
Discovering myself,
But in my glorious Savior
Who makes me like Himself.
He is my prize and treasure,
The measure of success.
Yes, Jesus Christ defines me –
How could I wish for less?
Christina Joy Hommes
Ephesians 3:14-21
To Him who is able and willing to save,
To Him who has loved us – His own life He gave,
To Him who will answer with power our prayers,
To Him who is faithful and tells us He cares,
To Him who is crafting our lives link by link,
To Him who does more than we ask or can think,
To Him who is working within us today,
To Him who is worthy of glory we pray:
Lord, grant us Your Spirit in fullness and might
That Christ dwelling in us by faith may ignite
Our hearts as we’re grounded in love so we’d know
The depths of your love and it’s limitless flow.
Christina Joy Hommes
This Is My God
A powerful creator
Who spread the nighttime stars
A kind and loving Savior
Who crushed death’s mighty bars
A high, transcendent Ruler
Who governs earth and heav’n
A patient, gracious Helper
Whose strength to me is giv’n
A great, eternal Spirit
Whose glory can’t be seen
A humble, lowly God-man
Who died to make me clean
A holy, righteous Sovereign
Whose glory fills the earth
A tender, loving Father
Who gave me second birth
A God who built the mountains
Yet guides me day by day
A God who knows no limits
Yet hears me when I pray
This is my God – Jehovah –
The King of endless days
The One I love and worship
My God whom I will praise
Christina Joy Hommes
Before I’ve Understood
I wish I had the answers
For how this works for good,
But I may never know them
Till with the Lord I’ve stood.
Yet I am fully trusting
(Because I know it’s true)
He has sufficient answers
And He will see me through.
The end and the beginning,
With all that’s in-between,
He knows with perfect wisdom –
There’s nothing He’s not seen.
And He has firmly promised
All things will work for good;
So I will firmly trust Him
Before I’ve understood.
Christina Joy Hommes
If I Should Wake on Heaven’s Shore
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
