More of Each other

More,

More,

I want more of you, Lord.

I can be so ungrateful at times,

yet I want more of your, Lord.

More,

More,

You want more of me, Lord.

You are always grateful for every little thing I do,

yet You want more of me, Lord.

Worship Holy Spirit with poem

Holy Spirit,
without you,
I will never be able
to write one poem.

Therefore,
I praise you,
I exult you,
I worship you,
I adore you
with my poem.

Everyone loves Jesus!

Little children love to flock
around Jesus,
they love to adore Him
and sing His praises.

Teenagers delight to come
around Jesus,
they love to adore Him
and sing His praises.

Adults exult to walk
around Jesus,
they love to adore Him
and sing His praises.

Elderies desire to bow
around Jesus,
they love to adore Him
 and sing His praises.

Everyone loves Jesus!

Jesus, the name

Jesus,
the name that I love to hear,
on every lips.

Jesus,
the son of man that I love to see
everyone respects.

Jesus,
the King that will reign one day
in everyone's heart.

I will feel condemned no more!

I am bad to my niece and nephew,
set bad example to my sister and brother,
is not a filial daughter to my father and mother.

I am greedy and love money,
fat and love food,
lazy and love sleep.

I am so unattractive!

Yet, for me,
You leave your angels and heavenly hosts,
leave your wonderful heavenly home,
to live 33 years of good example on earth,
and die on the cross for me!

My saviour, what can I say?
Your love is sufficient for me.
I will feel condemned no more!

Words can never be enough!

Words can never be enough
to describe your righteousness.

How pure and holy You are,
How You keep your promises,
and tell no lies!

Words can never be enough
to describe your love!

How you stoop down to my level
to lift me high
in your highest heaven!

Heart of my heart

What is your heart like,
oh precious saviour, mighty God?
What does it think,
how does it feel?

I want to know your heart,
oh my beloved,
to know its height, its breadth, its width, its depth!

Grant me my desires,
oh heart of my heart!

Our hands and feet

His hands that make the stars
wipe my tears away.
His feet that make earth His footstool
is muddy as He walks the earth for me.

Oh, Son of God,
oh, son of man,
why do you die
for a sinner like me?

My hands that He creates,
wipe His tears away.
My feet that are muddy,
walk on His glorious heaven street.