Just got reminded of this. Frank Reich, former NFL quarterback and President of Reformed Seminary in Jackson, MS, led the Buffalo Bills to the greatest comeback in NFL playoff history. The year was 1983 and the game against Warren Moon and the Oilers was well into the third quarter. Bills quarterback Jim Kelly was out hurt. Reich was filling in. The Bills were down 35-3. They won the game 41-38.
Reich sat in his car that morning and listened to the song "In Christ Alone" by Micheal English. In fact, he listened to it over and over. He was so touched by the lyrics that he prayed that God would give him a chance to share the words with someone.
God did. After the game, in his press conference, Reich shared the words with millions.
Here's a good link to here the song and see Reich during the presser. Click Here to see it.
Showing posts with label songs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label songs. Show all posts
Monday
The Canadian Mall Christmas Surprise
I have watched this multiple times and I get a little more emotional each time. It's not because I haven't heard this before. In fact, I have heard it hundreds of times. But, there is something about these people proclaiming the name of the Messiah in a place (Canada) where that seems to be difficult to do these days. And, what better way to proclaim it than with the most celebrated piece of the most awesome Christmas art ever produced (in my humble opinion).
What am I referring to? Well, you'll have to check it out for yourself by clicking the link right here.
What am I referring to? Well, you'll have to check it out for yourself by clicking the link right here.
Labels:
art,
Christmas,
evangelism,
Jesus,
lyrics and poetry,
praise,
songs,
victory,
worship
Saturday
All I Know
Your faithfulness endures always
Where mountains fall and reason fails
And You calm the raging seas
And You calm the storms in me, again
All I know is find rest in You.
Where mountains fall and reason fails
And You calm the raging seas
And You calm the storms in me, again
All I know is find rest in You.
Tuesday
He Won't Relent...Praise God
You won't relent until You have it all
My heart is Yours
I'll set You as a seal upon my heart
As a seal upon my arm
For there is love that is as strong as death
Jealousy demanding as the grave
Many waters cannot quench this love
Come be the fire inside of me
Come be the flame upon my heart
come be the fire inside of me
Until You and I are one
Follow this link to Youtube and watch Misty Edwards perform it.
My heart is Yours
I'll set You as a seal upon my heart
As a seal upon my arm
For there is love that is as strong as death
Jealousy demanding as the grave
Many waters cannot quench this love
Come be the fire inside of me
Come be the flame upon my heart
come be the fire inside of me
Until You and I are one
Follow this link to Youtube and watch Misty Edwards perform it.
Thursday
More Poetry from the Same Source
When years of time shall pass away
And earthly thrones and kingdoms fall
When men, who here refuse to pray
On rocks and hills and mountains call
God’s love so sure, shall still endure
All measureless and strong
Redeeming grace to Adam’s race
The saints’ and angels’ song
And earthly thrones and kingdoms fall
When men, who here refuse to pray
On rocks and hills and mountains call
God’s love so sure, shall still endure
All measureless and strong
Redeeming grace to Adam’s race
The saints’ and angels’ song
Tuesday
So You Don't Like Poetry?
Could we with ink the ocean fill,
And were the skies of parchment made,
Were every stalk on earth a quill,
And every man a scribe by trade,
To write the love of God above
Would drain the ocean dry;
Nor could the scroll contain the whole,
Tho stretched from sky to sky.
I have been told that this was penned by someone in an insane asylum. And yet it is brilliant.
And were the skies of parchment made,
Were every stalk on earth a quill,
And every man a scribe by trade,
To write the love of God above
Would drain the ocean dry;
Nor could the scroll contain the whole,
Tho stretched from sky to sky.
I have been told that this was penned by someone in an insane asylum. And yet it is brilliant.
Monday
The Hand Song
And all of her roses had bloomed
Looking at her as he came rushing in with them
Knowing her roses were doomed
All she could see were some thorns buried deep
And the tears that he cried as she tended his wounds
And she knew it was love
It was one she could understand
He was showing his love
And that's how he hurt his hands
He still remembers that night as a child
On his mother's knee
She held him close and she opened her bible
And quietly started to read
And seeing a picture of Jesus he cried out
"Momma, he's got some scars just like me."
And he knew it was love
It was one he could understand
He was showing His love
And that's how He hurt His hands
Now the boy's grown and moved out on his own
When Uncle Sam comes along
A foreign affair but our young men were there
And luck had his number drawn
It wasn't that long till our hero was gone
He gave to a friend what he learned from the cross
But they knew it was love
It was one they could understand
He was showing his love
And that's how he hurt his hands
It was one they could understand
He was showing his love
And that's how he hurt his hands
By Sarah Watkins
Performed by Nickel Creek
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