September 17,2007 Pondering the Light this Night

The Gospel Made Plain

This is where the Good News begins
Jesus the Christ had died for our sins
He was wounded for our iniquities
Pierced for our transgressions was He
He was buried in a grave meant for you and for me.

It was all in accordance with the Scriptures' plan
When on the third day he arose again
To many witnesses this all was revealed
And if you believe this Good News you are healed
Forgiven and justified, your sentence repealed.

And this is the gospel of Grace
Where there was wrath there is Peace in its place
If we obey and repent and believe
If this Good News we will only receive
The gospel will sound your reprieve.

Up from the confines of the grave
The Son of God did rise
No longer dead but mighty to save
He who was dead is now alive
All other sacrifices are dead
And we have choked on the world's lie
But He has crushed the Serpent's head
He has risen nevermore to die.

Empty graves are the sign of Your power and might
A place of rest for those who fight the good fight.

He who had breathed His final breath
Took on our broken stain
And dark was the Sin He took to death
He bore our cross and bore our blame
Paid the cost of wrath for eternal gain.
And this is the gospel of Grace
Where there was wrath there is Peace in its place
If we obey and repent and believe
If this Good News we will only receive
The gospel will sound your reprieve.

Anthony Foster
I Cor 15, Psalm 16:8-11, Is 53, Acts 1:21-22
September 15,2007

Resolution One

I'm gonna let God be God
I'm gonna let Him have His way
I'll waith upon Him with patience
Listen to what He has to say.
And when it's obvious I'll act
I will war with all my might
I will love justice and do mercy
As I fight the good fight.

Anthony Foster

September 15, 2007
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My Fountain and My Fire

Flow in me my fountain
With living water flood my soul
This broken vessel overflow
Let the living river roll.

Refine my wandering heart
Burn in my bones living fire
Purify and cleanse my mind
Let the flames burn ever higher.

Oh my fountain and my fire
Three times Holy, mark of my desire
Floods of glory in a sea of Light
The burning radiance that obscures my sight
For by His cleansing blood we have been blessed
His Holy fire consumes our rags
And in His righteousness we are dressed.
You are my One desire
My fountain and my fire.

You are my One desire
My fountain and my fire.

Anthony Foster
September 15, 2007