TAPPETY TOE

I'm a toe tapping, hand clapping, happy kind of soul

When the music grips my heart and over me does roll

There is a chance, my spirit will dance, I wont hold still

I'm going to dance for Jesus I really really will

He sought me He bought me He shed His blood for me

When I'm going to praise Him I will do it with glee

My arms will raise, I will praise, my feet will dance the floor

For Jesus is my Saviour the One that I adore

My toes are itching always twitching to tap a rhythm out

I always long for a gospel song that makes me want to shout

My burdens lifted, I am gifted with life that lasts for ever

So to praise Jesus every day will be my endeavour

So let me tap let me clap if the spirit moves me along

To sing aloud with cheerful heart to a gospel song

You can sit if you dont get it but just let me be

A toe tapping hand clapping one for that is surely me

 

TOE TAPPING HAND CLAPPING

I'm a toe tapping, hand clapping, happy kind of soul

When the music grips my heart and over me does roll

There is a chance, my spirit will dance, I wont hold still

I'm going to dance for Jesus I really really will

He sought me He bought me He shed His blood for me

When I'm going to praise Him I will do it with glee

My arms will raise, I will praise, my feet will dance the floor

For Jesus is my Saviour the One that I adore

My toes are itching always twitching to tap a rhythm out

I always long for a gospel song that makes me want to shout

My burdens lifted, I am gifted with life that lasts for ever

So to praise Jesus every day will be my endeavour

So let me tap let me clap if the spirit moves me along

To sing aloud with cheerful heart to a gospel song

You can sit if you dont get it but just let me be

A toe tapping hand clapping one for that is surely me

 

I'M SINGING SHOUTING

 

I'm singing shouting there's no doubting

My Saviour walks with me

Troubles around but on solid ground

I stand from sin set free

The world in shock but the solid Rock

To it I gladly cling

People recoil when troubles boil

But God my comfort will bring

I will not doubt my way out

Is the pathway of the cross

When I let Him in to take my sin

My soul will not suffer loss

Oh yes I'm singing my cheers are ringing

My hands in triumph raised

With joy I'm spouting my spirit shouting

My Lord is mighty to be praised

THE SUMMER SEAT

Where the rose drops her perfume

sweetly in the air

where the lily nods her head

with beauty that is rare

Where the pansies and the daises

Smile up with glee

Its on the summer seat

Where you will find me

All the garden is in bloom

Beauty all around

The butterfly wings on her way

and the bee gives of her sound

The birds sing merrily

from the leafy tree

and in my summer seat

I am as content as can be

There I view God's handiwork

Aided a bit by me

He give me hands to plant and toil

but His sun and rain came free

He kissed the ground with His breath

Give a little heat

All I had to do was just sit back

In my summer seat

I remember once He prayed

In a garden long ago

where sweatdrops came from His brow

mingled with blood in a flow

I remember also the wooden cross

He hung from in the heat

The cruel tree held His body

That for Him was His summer seat

But death failed in her bid

To keep Him in her hold

For He arose to the air

From the tomb lying cold

Now He sits there on high

For His church to wait

To gather them to His throne

More that a summer seat

I enjoy my time here looking

at the beauty all around

Marvelling at the wonder

That comes from the ground

But sometime I will be gone

My Jesus for to meet

Then all thats left in my garden

is an empty summer seat

 

YOU CAN DIG

You can dig and you can sow

But you cannot make the flowers grow

You can sweat and you can toil

Arrange your plants in the soil

Water and weed hour by hour

But your efforts wont bring a flower

Though God has given a gardeners heart

A seed thats sown wont ever start

To grow unless He will bid

It sprout from earth where it is hid

For God He brings the sun and rain

If not your efforts would be in vain

He breathes life into every plant

To do this yourself you simply can't

You work so long with hands that harden

But it's God that produces a beautiful garden

On every stem He puts a flower

Kisses it with sun and shower

Colours every petal with His finger

Adds sweet perfume that will linger

As a gardener this I know

It's God who makes everything grow

 

THE TIRED OLD GARDENER

He sat silently on his bench

A far away look in his eye

Thinking of younger days

He remembered with a sigh

He spoke softly the old gardener

As the sun kissed his face

Between you and me dear Lord

We sure made this a beautiful place

With the green of the lawn

I mow with effort and care

And the shrubs and the flowers

That I planted everywhere

You give me a half acre Lord

And for that I thank you

But I let you look after some it

There was too much for me to do

You filled your half with docks

Nettles briars and weeds

While I sweated in mine Lord

Doing all my deeds

But I knew you were a wildlife gardener

And you sure made a great success

Only if I had done the same in mine

I think it would have looked a real mess

But I know you helped me Lord

When flower seeds I did sow

There was nothing more I could do

Only watch you make them grow

Thank you dear Lord for the pleasure

And the joy you give me in my garden

But most of all for sins removed

When you give me your full pardon

Now Lord I'm old and bent with care

With muscles all taut and pain in my back

I can hardly move or bend down to weed

Every part of my body hurts with an ache

Oh Lord forgive me my flowing tears

As I sit here quietly crying

For I cant work this land anymore

And my spirit is slowly dying

I long for your garden up above

Where the roses they bloom forever

Where I shall sit beside the crystal water

And that place I shall leave no never

Take your gardener home Lord

You know he has done his best

Then the tired old gardener breathed his last

God had taken him home to rest

 

THE CHAIN

 

The chains of sin get tighter

Binding more each day

The devil is working hard

So you wont break away

He gives you a heavy load

Of sorrow and despair

The vehicle of sin he uses

To bring you to his lair

 

It is the lake of fire

The awful darkened pit

Oh who will really save you

From the pain of it

There is One who is standing

With nailed scarred hands and feet

He bled, He died and rose again

And reigns from Glory seat

He can unloose the fetters

Break the awful chains

Bring comfort to your wounded heart

And take away your pains

His blood it washes the deepest sin

Until you are as white as snow

His arms opened up for you

Are the only place to go

Go seek Him while He is willing

Dont let Him call in vain

For He will surely save you

From the binding of the chain

THE GREEN JUNIPER TREE

In the soft freshness of the morning

When the dew bathes the ground

Kissed with new born sun rays

Where the dawn gives of her sound

From the bird and the humming bee

So eager for their busy day

The lilt of their sweet music

Like an orchester in harmony play

The voice of a grazing cow

Called plaintive soft and low

Her gentle sad brown eyes

Watched the way the man did go

There grew the green juniper tree

Beside the wandering of a stream

He sat underneath its boughs

Where sleep took him to dream

He dreamt once again he was young

A gentle kind boy once more

But his heart ached within him

His body bruised and sore

The boy had set up in innocence

A pillar of granite stone

Where he prayed in earnest to God

In a quiet meadow all alone

Jesus dear Jesus I need you

You are my only friend

Take away my heartache and teardrops

I want them all to end

He knew in his heart Jesus answered

Of that he was very sure

God helped him to live a good life

And his soul He kept clean and pure

The dream led him strangely on

A life course it did run

It brought him to end times

And the setting of the evening sun

He saw them lay him down

Some wept so bitter and free

As they stood around his grave

Beneath an old gnarled juniper tree

He then saw streets of gold

His mansion and a crystal sea

In the beautiful land of heaven

Grew life's eternal tree

He awoke from his fitful sleep

Remembering all he had seen

Then wandered lazily away

From the juniper tree growing green

 

THE MAN AT THE GATE

Who is that my sister lamb who stands at yonder gate

A shepherd's crook in His hand patiently He stands in wait

A gentle look in His eyes a face that looks so kind

Why is He standing there my sister why does He stand and mind

Don't you remember my brother lamb when we went astray

In the wilderness we wandered, soon we lost our way

Then this Man who is a shepherd caught us in His hold

He placed us on His shoulders and carried us back to this fold

He is the good shepherd He guards us night and day

He keeps the wolf from entering, our enemies He keeps at bay

He gave us this green pasture so we can lie at ease

He is the saviour of our souls and Him we should always please

Oh my sister lamb I just love this shepherd of the sheep

Though I am just a lamb He still has me in His keep

I know that He saved me one day from a terrible fate

I am so glad He is there this Man standing at the gate

 

GOD'S BOOK

A little girl came into a room one day

While her mother hoovered the floor

She saw an unopened Bible on the table

And with questioning eyes she did implore

Mummy whose is this dusty book

Her mother answered back with a nod

Why my child don't you know

This book belongs to God

The little girl thought for a moment

Then in her innocence she said

Don't you think we should give it back to him

For in this house it is never read

Yes many a Bible lies unopened

It's pages never once turned

It's words were breathed from almighty God

For it's truths many have died and burned

Yet it is treated so lightly

Although it comes at great price

It offers you the words of salvation

But it is only opened up once or twice

So if you dont want to read it

When it tells of life beyond the sod

Your neglect of this precious book

Is like handing it back to God