Heaven’s gate

The birds sing praises the rocks will cry out

Heaven rejoices with every shout,

When a soul comes to know Him

For eternity

All the angels sing praises to the King 

Welcome to Heaven’s Gate

Your mansion is laying in wait

Your mission is complete now, Faithful son

Welcome home

Welcome home

Your heart seems empty
Well fill it with joy

Sing praises to Him, shout and rejoice

Your God He loves you

He sent his Son

To lift you high the battle’s been won!

Welcome to Heaven’s Gate

Your mansion is laying in wait

Your mission is complete now, Faithful son

Welcome home

Welcome home

Come Lord Jesus come

Fill our lives with your love

Make us new with the morning dew

Our voice sings along with the birds singing

Praises to you

Welcome to Heaven’s Gate

Your mansion is laying in wait

Your mission is complete now, Faithful son

Welcome home

Welcome home

By Steve LaVallee

Forgivness of a Child

Wow!

An incident which impressed me deeply then and its impress has never faded happened when I was in the vicinity of ten years old.  My father had told me to go to bed.  I honestly thought he meant when I had finished a quite legitimate and proper occupation, for I was hobnobbing with a little crony of my age who had come to the house with an older person.  I remained talking with him.  My father, later passing through the room and finding that I had not obeyed him, spoke with that directness of which he was capable, called brusqueness by some, and ordered me to bed at once.  There was no standing on the order of my going after this.  I retreated, frightened and in tears, for such a tone of voice was a new experience in my life.  I hurried to bed, but before I had time to fall asleep, he was at my bedside, kneeling and asking my forgiveness for the harsh way in which he had spoken to me, the tears falling down over his rugged, bearded face.  That was nearly half a century ago, but I would exchange any memory of life before I would surrender that.  For all unknowing he was laying for me the consciousness of the Fatherhood of God, and the love of God  No sermon on the prodigal's father, and no words on the love of God have cast quite such a light as his huge figure kneeling in the twilight by my bed, asking the forgiveness of a child.

Paul Dwight Moody

Schools

You look at this world and all the legislation surrounding schools. Thank God for Harvestcity Christian Academy!

Now I sit me down in school

Where praying is against the rule

For this great nation under God

Finds mention of Him very odd.

If Scripture now the class recites,

It violates the Bill of Rights.

And anytime my head I bow

Becomes a Federal matter now.

Our hair can be purple, orange or green,

That's no offense; it's a freedom scene.

The law is specific, the law is precise.

Prayers spoken aloud are a serious vice.

For praying in a public hall

Might offend someone with no faith at all.

In silence alone we must meditate,

God's name is prohibited by the state.

We're allowed to cuss and dress like freaks,

And pierce our noses, tongues and cheeks.

They've outlawed guns, but FIRST the Bible.

To quote the Good Book makes me liable.

We can elect a pregnant Senior Queen,

And the 'unwed daddy,' our Senior King.

It's "inappropriate" to teach right from wrong,

We're taught that such "judgments" do not belong.

We can get our condoms and birth controls,

Study witchcraft, vampires and totem poles.

But the Ten Commandments are not allowed,

No word of God must reach this crowd.

It's scary here I must confess,

When chaos reigns the school's a mess.

So, Lord, this silent plea I make:

Should I be shot; my soul please take!

Amen

Glorious Glorious

Glorious Glorious

A tiny existence

A vast Universe

Oh but a modicum

We exist 

He willed it

Reason to rejoice

always there

Don't let the rocks

Praise for you

Raise your Voice

Every chance

Chance everywhere

Your choice

Stand up, Dance

He loves your Praise

He loves your adoration

Reverence to Him

It be not a sin

Heart will be full

The Love He gives

It is yours forever

Glorious Glorious