An echo resounds through the hallways of time –
Tis the voice of our Savior and Lord:
‘Reach the world with the Light. I am with you; fear not.
Share the gospel of hope in my Word.”
An echo resounds through the hallways of time –
Tis the voice of a mother that says,
‘Raise them up on the Word, send them forth to proclaim,
Love, encourage, and pray through long days.’
An echo resounds through the hallways of time –
Tis the voice of a martyr I hear:
‘Live and die holding forth the bright hope of the Light.
Christ is with you in truth, never fear.’
An echo resounds through the hallways of time –
Tis the voice of a preacher of Light:
‘Point the way to the cross and beyond to the crown.
Don’t give up or retreat from the fight.’
An echo resounds through the hallways of time –
Tis the gasp of a life almost past:
‘Point to Christ. He is near. He is worthy of all.
He has come. He’ll receive you at last.’
These echoes resound through the hallways of time –
Tis the charge given you, given me.
Will we take up the torch, give our all in the fight,
Leave an echo for those yet to be?
Christina Joy Hommes
A man’s uniquely chosen
To represent to us
As father and as husband
To point us to Jesus.
To be a godly father
A man must look above
From where the Chief Example
Displays His perfect love.
To be a loving husband
A man must see a tree
Where Jesus died to pardon
His bride and set her free.
Oh what a precious calling
To represent God’s love,
How sweet that to fulfil it
His gaze must be above.
Lord, pour Your love and favor
On all our men today,
That they might then reflect it
Throughout their lives each day.
Christina Joy Hommes
SAFE
S ecure from harm or danger,
A ssured of what is best,
F earless in Christ my Savior,
E xpecting perfect rest.
S ure that though waves surround me,
A ll will be well at last,
F or in the Lord I’m anchored–
E stablished till they’ve passed.
S afe in the arms of Jesus,
A t peace with God through Him,
F orever more protected,
E ntrusted safe to Him.
Christina Joy Hommes
Then, with a flash of glory,
He’ll burst upon our sight,
And we will all behold Him
In raptures of delight.
For in His blinding glory
We’ll find ourselves transformed –
Made lastingly immortal,
Like Him at last re-formed.
O what a day of glory!
O what an hour of joy!
In hopeful expectation
Each moment I’ll employ.
Christina Joy Hommes
Life
From Ecclesiastes (1:1-14, & 12:12-14)
The sun arises in the east
Then sets beyond the west,
The breezes blow in circling paths
Whose end cannot be traced.
The sun evaporates the sea,
The clouds send forth the rain
Which falls and runs until it meets
Within the sea again.
From dust a man is made to live
And then to dust returns,
His work repeated by and by
His knowledge one relearns.
Nothing is new beneath the sun,
What’s done was done before.
Is all vexation, vanity,
Or is there something more?
Ah, more there is, though life is vain
And earth is emptiness,
For we live not for these alone
But for a future place.
Some will discuss things to no end
(They’ll write and teach and fight),
Yet this alone is weariness
And gives no certain light.
Here is the end, this we conclude,
The whole summed up is this:
Fear God and do as He directs
Man’s single duty this.
For God will judge our every work
With everything secret thing,
Deciding what is good and bad
Since He alone is King.
So let us live as He directs,
This life is but a part;
Look on to that eternal life
And keep and guard your heart.
Christina Joy Hommes
