Come, join with me in singing
To God our gracious Lord,
The very sky is ringing –
Join me in glad accord.
Our God most high is worthy
Because His works are great;
Recount His deeds of mercy,
His wondrous plan relate.
His mercy has redeemed us
At cost of His own Son,
Our glorious Savior Jesus
Our peace and joy has won.
Give thanks with glad rejoicing
To God our glorious King;
True love and awe expressing,
Our grateful praise we bring.
Christina Joy Hommes
Thanksgiving Day is set aside
For bringing thanks to God
For all His gifts sent from above
In mercy spread abroad.
With joyful hearts we choose to spend
A day to recollect
The many blessings we receive
And Him whom they reflect.
A day to fellowship and sing,
A day to celebrate
A day to tell what God has done –
His triumphs to relate.
We think of all God’s gifts of grace
To count them one by one,
Amazed at all He’s given us,
And all His hand has done.
Christina Joy Hommes
Thanksgiving 2015
Please consider this poem I was asked to write and read for a human trafficking awareness event:
My days are filled with sorrow,
With heaviness and pain,
With fear that holds me captive –
A tool of other’s gain.
Is there a friend or sister
Who hears my groans, my tears,
And cares enough to tell me
A word which ends all fears?
A word of hope that Jesus
Became a man to live
A life of shame and suffering
This hope to me to give.
A word of hope that Jesus,
Though sinless, came to die,
To bear my sin and anguish,
To suffer, hunger, sigh.
A word of hope that Jesus,
Now risen, lives above,
And that He wants to save me,
Give me His matchless love.
O sister, are you willing
To feel the pain I feel
That you might tell a sinner
Of One whose wounds can heal?
He can forgive and heal me,
His love can make me whole.
Will you reach out and tell me
The value of my soul?
Christina Joy Hommes
Why Won’t I Sin?
Cause Jesus bore each wicked stain
And hung upon the tree.
How could I make another blot
Upon His misery?
Cause Jesus walked to Calvary
Accounted sin for me,
My sin was laid on His account
Though pure and white was He.
Cause Jesus loves me, washed me white.
How could I sin when He
Has made me clean in His own blood,
From sin to set me free?
Cause Jesus and His Father say
And with the Spirit too,
That when I sin it grieves them so –
I will not sin, will you?
Christina Joy Hommes
The Wagner family is leaving for Myanmar at the end of the year. As they go, I want them to know I will be praying, so I wrote this sending off hymn for them. Here is the music (see the text, audio, or video):
Open PDF –> Go Forth to Burma’s Golden Land
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