Nothing to Fear
Death could not hold the Son of God,
Guards couldn’t keep Him in;
He rose victorious over all
And conquered death and sin.
If death itself was weak before
The mighty Lord of life,
Can anything hold back His hand
Or foil Him in the strife?
If sin is vanquished by the cross
Can anything restrain
The great salvation that He gives
Which breaks sin’s final chain?
If Satan’s head is crushed by Christ
Through death and victory,
What can he do to those Christ loves
The ones from sin set free?
There is no fear or judgment left
For those who know and love
The Lord of life who died to save
And reigns as King above.
Christina Joy Hommes
I trust in God almighty
Because He’s in control;
These things do not surprise Him
Who keeps and heals my soul.
He is my shield and tower,
My refuge in the storm;
I will not fear the tempest –
His promise He’ll perform.
I’ll call on God my Savior
For help in trouble’s hour,
Then do His will relying
Upon His mighty pow’r.
And I will count the blessings
My God has given me,
And thank Him for the favor
Which day by day I see.
Whatever might distract me,
The things that weigh me down,
I will forsake for Jesus
That I might gain the crown.
I’ll look for ways to honor
The people that I love,
And how I can encourage
Some soul to look above.
O Lord, my God, I trust You
Without complaint or fear;
Show me Your love and teach me
That You are always near.
Christina Joy Hommes
How can I tell You, Savior,
How much I love You, Lord?
With words that You created
With which to be adored.
How can I praise You, Father,
For all that You have done?
With lips that You have fashioned
To glorify Your Son.
How can I serve You, Spirit,
In humbleness of mind?
With hands You consecrated
And thoughts that You designed.
How can I truly thank You
For all You are to me?
Here, take, renew, and use me
To show Your majesty.
Christina Joy Hommes
The Master of the Storm
I know the Master of the storm,
He holds me in His hand;
The winds and waves, the clouds and seas
All follow His command.
Not one small blast, no drop of rain
Can fall if He says cease;
He rides upon the mighty cloud
And brings the calm and peace.
His voice can thunder from His throne
Or whisper in my heart;
I see His strength in lightening’s wrath
And when the storm clouds part.
Such strength has He that once He slept
Upon the storm-tossed sea;
If He’s not worried, why am I
Since Jesus cares for me?
Christina Joy Hommes
