Home Sweet Home- Sam Jones

There’s a Path- Sam Jones

THE OTHER SIDE

This isn’t death, it’s glory.  It isn’t dark, it’s light.
It isn’t stumbling, groping, or even faith, it’s sight.
It isn’t grief, it’s having my last tear wiped away.
It’s sunrise, the morning of my eternal day.

This isn’t even praying, it’s speaking face to face.
Listening and glimpsing the wonders of His grace.
This is the end of pleading for strength to bear my pain,
Not even pain’s dark memory, will ever live again.

How did I bear the earth life, before I came up higher,
Before my soul was granted it’s every deep desire?
Before I knew the rapture of meeting face to face,
The One who sought me, saved me and kept me by His grace?

The Other Side-Poem

Death stamp thy image on the 
clay, 
Since this is all that thou can’st claim;
Thou hast no power to touch or 
harm
Those who are sealed with
Jesus’ name:
In humble hearts he loves to dwell,
To triumph over death and hell. 

The resurrection and the life
Is Christ revealed within the
soul:
Their life being is in Him—
The Prince of Life who has control;
At His rebuke death must take
flight, 
To seek the shades of endless 
night.

Death stamp thine image on the 
clay,
Since this is all that thou can’st
claim,
Death—thou hast lost the power to touch
Those chosen souls who bear
His Name:
They are the riches of His Grace
The heart of God their dwelling 
place.

Death- Stamp Thy Image (Sam Jones)

He is calling you home will you harken to him?
You are straying afar from the fold
To the river of death, with no hope in your heart
It’s waters lie, sullen, and cold.

There are dangers untold in the path you now tread
With no hope of escape for your soul.
Oh turn while you may. and give ear to his voice
Come under the Shepherds control.

He will lift all the gloom, which is shrouding your life
Growing darker each step as you go.
All the guilt of the past He will freely forgive
His infinite love you will know.

To his comfort and rest, or than hasten away
Lose no time left your soul should be lost.
With no Christ in your heart, drifting on to  your doom
Oh, say, have you counted the cost.

Chorus:
The Saviour is calling you home
A welcome is waiting you there
He laid down his life for your soul to redeem 
And save you from hopeless despair.

The Saviour Is Calling You Home- (Sam Jones)

Prayer is the soul’s sincere desire
Unuttered or expressed;
The motion of a hidden fire
That trembles in the breast.

Prayer is the burden of a sigh,
The falling of a tear
The upward glancing of an eye,
When none but God is near.

Prayer is the simplest form of speech
That infant lips can cry;
Prayer, the sublimest strains
That reaches The Majesty on high.

Prayer is the Christians vital breath,
The Christians native air,
His watchword at the gates of death;
He enters Heaven with prayer.

Prayer is the contrite sinners voice,
Returning from his ways,
While angels in their songs rejoice
And cry, Behold, he prays!

The saints in prayer appear as one
In word, in deed, and mind,
While with the Father and the Son
Sweet fellowship they find.

No prayer is made by man alone
The Holy Spirit pleads,
And Jesus, on the Eternal throne,
For sinners intercedes.

O Thou by Whom we come to God,
The Life, the Truth, the Way,
The path of prayer Thyself hast trod:
Lord, teach us how to
Pray.

Prayer Is (Poem)

Blessed are the poor in spirit
Their’s the kingdom, heavens, crown
Blessed are the souls in mourning 
Comfort awaits and peace abounds.

Blessed are the meek and lowly
The heirs of earth by patience stilled
Blessed are they which thirst and hunger
For with righteousness they shall be filled.

Blest is He which showeth Mercy
It shall return to him unflawed
Blessed are the hearts held purely
They shall see the face of God.

Blessed with peace are those who make it
God’s own children they shall be
Blest when persecuted falsely
Theirs the kingdom eternally.

Blessed are you when men reviled thee
Defame, despise you for His sake
Rejoice, be glad he will invite thee
Eternal blessings to partake.

Blessed Are

O' God, Thou Source of life divine
When shall I find my all in Thee?
I need thine own almighty power
That I may walk in liberty;
From all iniquity depart
And serve Thee with a perfect heart.

To know Thee is Eternal Life
And Jesus Christ whom thou hast sent.
Impart this knowledge to my soul,
Before my days and years are spent.
I long to know thee as thou Art
And serve Thee with a perfect heart.

Renew the spirit of my mind,
According to redemptions plan.
I would be all the hast decreed
Revealed in Christ, the Son of Man.
Thy Grace and holy gentleness impart
Thine own true Holiness of heart.

This is the burden of my prayer
Consuming me both night and day!
Let Thy holy will be done,
In this frail tenement of clay.
The carnal mine, shall have no part
While Love is burning in my heart.

Sam Jones 1946

A Perfect Heart- SJ 1946

My Jesus will be coming back
But only God knows when
I long to live each moment now
So I’ll go with him then.

It’s more than my small mind can grasp,
The glory of that day
The King of kings will come to take
His faithful ones away.

So what will show that I belong
Among the faithful few?
Or what is really faithfulness
From Jesus’ point of view?

He will not care about IQ
My talents great or small,
So many things that plague men’s minds
Won’t matter then at all.

But will he find my lamp is lit
Because of daily prayer?
Or will he find it dark and cold
Snuffed out by early care?

And will my talent have increased
As I obeyed his will?
Or will he find I haven’t changed
And I’m just carnal still?

And will he find in love I serve
My brother in his need?
Or will he find in selfishness
It’s only flesh I feed.

My Jesus will be coming back
But only God knows when
I long to live each moment now
So I’ll go with him then.

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