Be the Victor in This Hour

8-14-26

 

When my heart is bleeding from wounds

And my soul is sore distressed

I fly to Thee, my Strong Refuge

Where every comer finds rest.

 

I can't contain the hurts and pain—

Like poison they swell within

Oh take them all, my Loving Lord

Before bitterness roots in.

 

I want to rise above the storm

Of all ill thoughts, grief, and strife

And ride upon the Tireless wings

Of Thy soul-sustaining Life.

 

Oh be the Victor in this hour

Take possession of my mind

That what's allowed to remain there

Be thoughts that are sweet and kind.

 

Heather Rausch

 

Ephesians 4:32

2 Corinthians 10:5

Hebrews 12:15

 

Why Would God…

 

Why Would God…

Why would God send His Son to die?

Why would He leave heaven on high?

Why would He come to reconcile 

The broken, the wicked, the vile?

Why should the Savior die for me

Who caused His shame and misery?

Why should His back receive my stripes

His holy hands the cruel nail spikes?

Not for any goodness of mine 

But by His boundless love divine

He redeemed the lost human race

Through His own rich mercy and grace.

And He stands ready to forgive—

All who repent may in Him live.

With haste He shall return one day

In His might and glorious array!

Why then do we waste so much time

In all but the Gospel sublime?

Knowing a judgement day will come,

When all souls shall be gathered home;

Some shall wake God’s glory to see,

Others to hell and misery.

With word and deed let us proclaim

That holy, liberating Name! 

May 15, 2026

Time’s Hourglass

 

Time’s Hourglass

7-28-26

Lord, only You know the days and the hours

Between me and eternity,

Each sand-grain falls faster than the last 

Time’s hourglass will soon be empty.

And all the things that have used my time

Have robbed me of some precious sand

And it cannot be replaced on earth

For it was given by Thine hand.

And one day You will require of me

To give account of what I’ve done

While men may give and take excuses

Before Thee, Lord, there shall be none.

What here on earth may seem important

Will burn up in fire just the same

All that will remain more than ashes

Is what has been done in Your name.

So help me, Lord, to number my days

To wisely use them to serve Thee,

That whether I die or You return

I’ll be not ashamed in glory.

Heather Rausch

 

My loving Father dwells on high

 

My loving Father dwells on high

With ears that hear and pity my cry

He beholds with merciful eyes

The prayer of my lips ‘ere they arise.

He sits on His glorious throne

I seek Him to make Himself more known

In the hour of trial and pain

I know my soul He’ll keep and sustain

My burdens He takes and bears too

Giving me strength day by day anew

In trust I cling to His dear name

All else may change, but He is the same.

 

I know Not What Awaits on the Morrow

 

I know not what awaits on the morrow

Nor what in this life for me shall be,

But I’ve a blessing worth any sorrow

I’ve the sure Hope of eternity!

The troubles and trials will surely come

Their timing and sum I cannot know

I am a pilgrim without place or home

While I sojourn on this earth below

 

Here I have no continuing city

I seek one to come above the sky

Where I’ll dwell with the Lord, the Almighty

Who reigns supreme from His throne on high

 

How short and trivial will seem the days

And how feeble my complaints and pain

When compared to heaven’s eternal rays

The temple full of His glor’ous train!

 

So teach me, Lord, to number all my days

To apply my heart unto wisdom

That I live unto Thy glory and praise

Striving always first for Thy kingdom!

 

1-14-2026

Hebrews 13:14,

Psalm 90:12

Matthew 6:33

 

The Battle is Won on Our Knees

 The Battle is Won on Our Knees

Can we not see the forest for the trees?
The battle is not won by our strength, but on our knees.

 There is a God in heaven on His throne.
He waits to bless and answer the prayers of His own.
How small a view we seem to have of prayer,
How swiftly troubles turn our hope into deep despair.
Instead of constant communication
We cry to our Father in desperation.
In His love and mercy He hears us still,
He hearkens to our call and our need He will fulfill.
 He yearns for us a closer walk,
That throughout the whole day we might commune and talk.

More of You, Lord

 More of You, Lord

Less of me, more of You

In everything I do

Oh Father, teach me this

On earth to know heav’n’s bliss

This humble prayer I make

If Thou must, my heart break

Until all that shines through—

A reflection of You.

11-6-25

 

Supreme Alone

 

Supreme alone in His mighty power

Our God is a consuming fire

He spoke creation into existence

To Him belongs Preeminence

His voice, like great thunder and many seas

Is full of wondrous majesty

Lo, behold our King, the Ancient of Days

Girded with strength, worthy of praise

His hand ruleth over all creation

Who would stir up His indignation?

Sing unto the Lord now with thanksgiving

Creatures and everything living!

Bless and extol Him that sitteth on high

He, Who’s presence shook Mount Sinai.

The Lord our God Omnipotent reigneth!

His grace our frail souls sustaineth.

His resurrection is Satan’s defeat

Death and hell are beneath His feet.

He can cast soul and body into hell

Jesus Christ our King will prevail!

He is coming back one day for His bride

We will with Him ever abide.

Every knee will bow to Him in that day

Every tongue will confess and say

That He is Lord to the Father’s glory

Professing His authority.

And He will reign in peace and righteousness

We will serve Him in humbleness.

 

10/30/2025

 

Philippians 2:11