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Praise to Jesus

Praise you, O’ Jesus, Lord most high.
Who came to suffer and to die.
True God born of a humble Virgin.
Spotless victim crucified for our sin.

Praise you who was raised from the dead.
Who in power, crushed the devil’s head.
You ascended to the eternal courts of glory.
We proclaim to the world your sacred story.

Jesus, joy of the faithful and source of salvation.
From you comes peace and justification.
Savior, you are praised by all of creation.
Receive our thanks and our adoration.

Jesus, freedom of all imprisoned by sin.
By your grace the weary soul is renewed again.
Jesus, comfort of those who weep bitter tears.
Peace of those burdened by fears.

Jesus,blessed Savior, have mercy!
Lead us from this vale of tears to eternity.
Blessed are you, our God and King.
In holy joy, we rejoice and sing.

Holy Jesus, our joy and everlasting salvation,
We sing endless songs of adoration.
With the sacred assembly in heaven above,
We praise you for your amazing love.

M.D.C 05/6/18


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You’ll make it through

Life’s journey has both joys and sorrows.
After the dark days, comes bright tomorrows.
None of us passes through without some scars.
Through the pain, God causes us to shine like stars.
Trust in him for he cares for you.
Have faith, you’ll make it through.

Perhaps you’ve had bumps along the way.
Have faith to meet the challenges of each day.
Grow strong through the struggles you face.
Rely upon God’s never ending grace.
Trust in him for he cares for you.
Have faith, you’ll make it through.

Maybe you’ve doubted God in times of strife,
And you’ve how he’s working in your life.
Remember that you are in the palm of his hand.
He’ll give you the courage to endure and stand.
Trust in him for he cares for you.
Have faith, you’ll make it through.

Press on, over every mountain and hill.
Through prayer, always seek God’s will.
When you’re depressed and feel alone,
Remember that God cares for his own.
God declares; “I will take care of you.
Have no fear. I shall bring you through.”

M. Carter 4/20/2018

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Run by God’s grace

Each of us has challenges to face.
All of us must run life’s race.
The paths we travel can be deary.
Many soon become weak and weary,
Never give up running the race.
Press on and go forth by God’s grace.

Setbacks will come and be hard to bear.
Struggles bring upon many worry and care.
Some wonder when the struggles will end.
When will they have peace and joy again.
Don’t allow setbacks to slow you in the race.
Rise above the setbacks and press on in grace.

Struggles can be blessings in disguise.
God places lessons before our eyes.
Through every struggle, always have faith and trust.
God is faithful, He will never leave nor abandon us.
He will supply the strength for the race.
God will bring us through by the power of his grace.

M.D.C 4/15/2018

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We are Easter people.

We are Easter people. Hallelujah is our song.
Blending our voices with the heavenly throng.

We are redeemed people. The blood has made us free.
Jesus has crushed the devil and won the victory.

We are blessed people. People of faith and celebration.
Thanking the Lord for the gift of salvation.

We are missionary people. People with a message to proclaim.
Lifting up before the world, the Savior’s name.

We are pilgrim people. Marching onward to a better place.
To join with the sacred assembly and behold the Savior’s face.

Michael Carter 2018

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The Passion of Christ


Lucifer had entered Judas and corrupted his heart.
Judas decided it was time for him to depart.
What Jesus said to him, the others had not heard.
He quietly left the room, not uttering a word.
They went to the garden of Gethsemane.
Jesus went further. The disciples rested by a tree.
In the garden, Jesus walked alone the rest of the way.
Then he fell to the ground. In sorrow. He began to pray.


Father, if it is your well, take this bitter cup away.


Jesus looked to the sky.


Not my will. Father, your will be done.
I shall obey. I am your Son


The Father sent an angel to strengthen his Son.
To give him the strength to accomplish what must be done.
As he prayed, sweat like drops of blood trickled down his face.
He rose from prayer, ready to complete the mission of grace.
Jesus was ready to offer himself to set all people free.
He returned to the disciples who were waiting near a tree.
The disciples were sleepy and could not open their eyes.
Jesus urged them to awake up and to arise.
In the distance, he heard noise and saw a flickering light.
The disciples rose and heard voices shouting in the night.
Judas arrived with guards armed with might and power.
Jesus stood firm, prepared for this hour.
He stood firm as the crowd drew near.
Peter grabbed a sword, swing it, he cut off a man’s ear.
Jesus stepped forward and began to speak.


Who do you seek?


Judas walked to Jesus and kissed him. The betrayal was done.


He is the one.


Are you Jesus?


After he asked this, the crowd gathered around.




After Jesus answered, the guards fell to the ground.


Why do you seek me now? Why not when I taught each day?


They would not answer. Jesus was bound and led away.
He was sent to the High Priest and then he was put on trial.
Jesus endured the false trial and the sting of Peter’s denial.
That night and early morning he had neither slept nor eaten.
He was chained, mocked, spat upon and beaten.
The leaders believed that Jesus should die.
They brought in false witnesses to testify.
The witnesses did not agree about what they had seen and heard.
During the false testimonies, Jesus said not a word.

High Priest

Are you the Christ? The Son of the Blessed One?


I AM the Christ. God’s own Son.
You will see the Son of Man.
Seated in glory at the Father’s right hand.


The High Priest tore his robes.

High Priest

He has blasphemed! He should die!


The guards blindfolded Jesus and struck him in the face.


Who hit you? Testify!


Jesus said not a word after he was struck in the face.
He endured taunts, humiliation and disgrace.
When the trial ended, it was very late.
The leaders had Jesus bound and went to Pilate.


Why have you brought this man to me? What has he done?

High Priest

He has broken our laws and claims to be God’s Son.


Pilate instructed them to deal with it. They refused.


You can’t deal with him? Tell me why.

High Priest

He claims to be a king. We can’t execute him. He should die.


Pilate spoke with Jesus and learned he was from Galilee.


This man is a subject of Herod. He is now in the city.


Jesus was sent to King Herod. He was delighted to meet Jesus.


Jesus, now I finally meet you.
Give me a sign. Show me what you can do.


Jesus did give him a sign. Herod sent him away.
He was returned to Pilate that day.
Pilate spoke with Jesus and did not find him guilty.
He decided that he would set Jesus free.
Pilate brought Jesus and a murderer before the crowd.


Which one these men should live or die?


The crowd demanded that the murder be set free.


What do you want me to do with Jesus?




Earlier crowds hailed him King in one breath.
This crowd gathered called for his death.
Pilate washed his hands and signed the decree.
Jesus was condemned and a murderer set free.

The soldiers took Jesus to a place where he was stripped.
He was mocked, spat upon and brutally whipped.
Jesus was beaten until his flesh tore and bled.
A purple robe placed on him and a crown of thorns on his head.
He was forced to bear his cross to the execution place.
Jesus went on to suffer and die for the sins of the human race.

Jesus went like a lamb to the slaughter for you and me.
By his wounds from sin’s power we are made free.
He walked on and soon began to stumble.
Jesus bore it all. He did not complain nor grumble.
He could not bear the weight of the cross any longer.
The cross was placed on another man because he was stronger.

Jesus made it up from the city to the place on high.
He went up to Golgotha, the place where he would die.
There he was nailed to the cross. With each blow was pain.
The Savior suffered for our richest gain.
Then he was lifted up high.
Crowds came to watch him suffer and die.


Along with Jesus were two thieves on the right and left.
The crowds waited for Jesus to heave his last breath.
A sign was nailed above Jesus head.
“The king of the Jews” is what it read.
The leaders came and watched the sight.
When they saw Jesus on the cross, they were filled with delight.
Lucifer also watched and he was filled with wicked glee.
He believed that he had won a great victory.


You claimed to be the Messiah, the holy One.
Come down from the cross if you’re God’s Son.


Father, forgive them. They know not what they do.


If you’re the Christ, Come down and we’ll believe in you.

1st Thief

If you’re the Christ, save us and yourself!

Second thief

Don’t you fear God? For our deeds, this is is a just price.
I believe that this man is the promised Christ.
Jesus, when you enter your Kingdom, remember me.


Truly I tell you, today you’ll be with me in paradise.


Jesus felt pain and agony as he hung on the tree.


My God! My God! Why have you forsaken me?


Jesus endured the punishment for sin in our place.
The Father withdrew his hand and turned away his face.
Jesus then fulfilled the Scriptures.

It is finished!


These were the last words that Jesus cried.
He gave up his spirit, bowed his head and died.

Darkness covered the land, lighting flashed across the sky.
These events frightened those who watched him die.
The temple veil was ripped in two. The separation was done.
Reconciliation was accomplished through God’s Son.

A spear was thrust into his side. Out gushed water and blood.
From the Savior’s pierced side came a healing flood.
The body was taken down by those whom he gave gladness.
In that hour, their hearts were heavy with sadness.

Jesus, who was born of a humble Virgin’s womb.
Was laid by his friends in a borrowed garden tomb.
Lucifer was delighted when Jesus died on the tree.
He danced and was full of glee.

From the poem; “THE TRIUMPH OF THE CHRIST.” Michael Carter, 1997-2018 Due out soon.

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Christ, our Savior.

Christ our Savior, keep us in your protection and love.
Shower down upon us, rich blessings from heaven above.
Jesus, keep us under the protection of your holy venerable cross.
Under your divine protection, we’ll suffer neither pain nor loss.
Guard us against the assaults of the devil and save us from all harm.
Support us by the strength of your mighty arms.
Count us worthy to praise you whom we adore.
We praise you together with the Father and Spirit forevermore.

-Based on a Armenian Orthodox dismissal.

M.D.C. 3/20/18

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In the dust of sin

In the dust of sin, I come for salvation
My soul and spirit needs restoration.
Jesus, I kneel before your cross with this plea.
Savior, grant me mercy.

When I’ve strayed, my life has fallen apart.
The Spirit points me to the cross comforts my heart.
In the dust of sin, I come with this plea.
Jesus help of sinners, have mercy.

Jesus declared; “I’ve won your soul’s salvation.
Through faith, you have peace and restoration.
Rejoice my child. I have heard your plea.
I have blessed you with grace and mercy.”

Thanks be to Jesus! I have been set free.
I am no longer bound by the chain of misery.
Jesus has heard and granted my plea.
He has lifted me up and shown mercy.

M.D.C. 3/18/2018

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I CRY TO THE LORD (Psalm 142)

I cry to the Lord in despair.
Lord, hear my plea.
My soul is burdened with care
I need your grace and mercy.

Savior, I suffer in pain.
Burdened with sorrow and sin.
I call daily upon your name.
Come and restore me again.

Struggles overwhelm me.
The devil lays out his snare.
I turn to you for mercy.
And place myself in your care.

Jesus, grant peace to my soul.
Be my hope in times of distress.
Touch me and make me whole.
Forever, your name I shall bless.

The Lord has heard my plea.
I will rejoice and sing.
Praise him for his mercy.
All praise to my King.

Praise Jesus for his love for me.
He has made me his own.
I’ll will see him in eternity.
There, I’ll bow before his throne.

M.D.C. 2/23/2018

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Jesus, I come weak and weary.
The way has been long and dreary.
My soul is burdened and laid low.
Jesus, I cry to you. This is my plea.
Jesus, Jesus, have mercy.

The burden of sin is like a weight.
Before your cross I lay prostrate.
I come to gaze upon your face.
Seeking from you, pardoning grace.
Jesus, lift me up. This is my plea.
Jesus, Jesus, have mercy.

I cannot remove sin’s stain.
Nor can I find relief from my pain.
Only you can make me whole.
And give healing for my soul.
Grant me peace. This is my plea.
Jesus, Jesus, have mercy.

Savior, do not pass me by.
Without your presence I would die.
Shower down blessings from above.
Touch me with your divine love.
Jesus, walk with me. This is my plea.
Jesus, Jesus, have mercy.

You are the fountain of salvation.
From you, I have blessed restoration.
In the Eucharist, you feed my soul.
Nourishing and making me whole.
Jesus restore me. This is my plea.
Jesus, Jesus, have mercy.

Bless you Lord for your grace.
And for strength to run the race.
You have lifted me up from despair.
I’ll declare to all your love and care.
Use me as you will. This is my plea.
Jesus, Jesus, praise your divine mercy.

M.D.C. 02/12/2018

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Jesus, shield of peace, emfold me.
In your strong arms, always hold me.
Guide my feet along life’s way.
Be my strength for each day.

Jesus, may your presence surround me.
Give peace so troubles will not confound me.
When storms of trouble arise, be not far away.
Always be my everlasting hope and stay.

Jesus, shield of peace, fountain of grace.
Grant me endurance for the earthly race.
As I live, my songs of praise shall not cease.
When I die, I’ll be with you in the land of eternal peace.

M. Carter 01/22/18

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