How Much do you think you are worth?

(Lyrics by Graham Kendrick)

Is a rich man worth more than a poor man?
A stranger worth less than a friend?
Is a baby worth more than an old man?
Your beginning worth more than your end?

Is a president worth more than his assassin?
Does your value decrease with your crime?
Like when Christ took the place of Barabbas
Would you say he was wasting his time?

Well, how much do you think you are worth, boy?
Will anyone stand up and say?
Would you say that a man is worth nothing
Until someone is willing to pay?

I suppose that you think you matter
Well, how much do you matter to whom?
It’s much easier at night when with friends and bright lights
Than much later alone in your room

Do you think they’ll miss one in a billion
When you finish this old human race?
Does it really make much of a difference
When your friends have forgotten your face?

If you heard that your life had been valued
That a price had been paid on the nail
Would you ask what was traded,
How much and who paid it
Who was He and what was His name?

If you heard that His name was called Jesus
Would you say that the price was too dear?
Held to the cross not by nails but by love
It was you broke His heart, not the spear!
Would you say you are worth what it cost Him?
You say ‘no’, but the price stays the same.
If it don’t make you cry, laugh it off, pass Him by,
But just remember the day when you throw it away
That He paid what He thought you were worth.

How much do you think He is worth, boy?
Will anyone stand up and say?
Tell me, what are you willing to give Him
In return for the price that He paid?

Copyright (c) 1974 Make Way Music

Some say

Some say he left an empty tomb, but that isn’t possible.

Some say he was one of us: baptised and eating.
Some say he was a man of mercy: healing and delivering.

Some say he was an enigma: even calming a storm.
Some say he was changed into blazing brightness: odd that.

Some say he was bad Jew: not respecting his betters.
Some say he was a sinner: mixing with harlots and traitors!

Some say he was unreasonable: telling the rich to give all to the poor.
Some say he was a disappointment: a Messiah who could not deliver.

Causing too much trouble. At least now he is dead now.
Maybe when God returns, he will explain the enigma.

Georgie

(Lyrics by Graham Kendrick)

Georgie was a boy who never thought much,
Took life with a pinch of nonchalance.
Listened to advice,
But never took it –
Or maybe once,
Or maybe twice.

Everyone agreed he was a good boy,
Rather, that he never did things wrong.
But if he wasn’t there,
Well, no one missed him.
Maybe two
Or maybe one.

One day he decided to get married
And after all this time
they might as well.
Everyone agreed they should be happy.
Well, after all
They might as well…

Hey there, hey there Georgie, can you hear me?
Will you please excuse me if I shout?
Has anybody ever once got near you?
For there is nothing in your eyes
That’s looking out.

Georgie your a loser
And you are lost inside yourself.
Worst of all,
I don’t think that you know.
What you think is life is just a counterfeit.
You’ve been cheated out of everything that’s life.

Georgie didn’t anybody tell you
You were meant to be a child of God
Made to be a rich man in his kingdom
made to be a precious object of his love.

But Georgie was a boy who never thought much,
Took life with a pinch of nonchalance,
Listened to advice.
But never took it –
Or maybe one,
Or maybe twice.

But its sad to say,
That ‘till this day,
Georgie’s never really lived a life.

Copyright (c) 1976 Make Way Music


I heard this not long after I became a Christian and it resonated with me and helped call me out of myself.

I have made you too small in my eyes

Be Magnified Lyrics

(By Fred Hammond)

I have made You too small in my eyes
Oh Lord, forgive me
And I have believed in a lie
That You were unable to help me
But now, Oh Lord, I see my wrong
Heal my heart and show Yourself strong
And in my eyes and with my song
Oh Lord, be magnified
Oh Lord, be magnified

Be magnified, Oh Lord
You are highly exalted
And there is nothing You can’t do
Oh Lord, my eyes are on You
Be magnified
Oh Lord, be magnified

I have leaned on the wisdom of men
Oh Lord, (Please)forgive me
And I have responded to them
Instead of Your light and Your mercy
But now, Oh Lord, I see my wrong
Heal my heart and show yourself strong
And in my eyes and with my song

Oh Lord be magnified
Oh Lord be magnified


Around the middle of 94, God used this song to change me.

The Elephant in the Room

(By Terry Kettering)

There’s an elephant in the room.
It is large and squatting,
so it is hard to get around it.

Yet we squeeze by with,
“How are you?” and, “I’m fine,”
and a thousand other forms of trivial chatter.

We talk about the weather;
we talk about work;
we talk about everything else—
except the elephant in the room.

There’s an elephant in the room.
We all know it is there.
We are thinking about the elephant
as we talk together.

It is constantly on our minds.
For, you see, it is a very big elephant.
It has hurt us all, but we do not talk about
the elephant in the room.

Oh, please, say her name.
Oh, please, say “Barbara” again.
Oh, please, let’s talk about
the elephant in the room.

For if we talk about her death,
perhaps we can talk about her life.
Can I say, “Barbara” to you
and not have you look away?
For if I cannot,
then you are leaving me alone
in a room—with an elephant.