Powerful

Here is love, vast as the ocean,
Lovingkindness as the flood,
When the Prince of Life, our Ransom,
Shed for us His precious blood.
Who His love will not remember?
Who can cease to sing His praise?
He can never be forgotten,
Throughout Heav’n’s eternal days.

On the mount of crucifixion,
Fountains opened deep and wide;
Through the floodgates of God’s mercy
Flowed a vast and gracious tide.
Grace and love, like mighty rivers,
Poured incessant from above,
And Heav’n’s peace and perfect justice
Kissed a guilty world in love.

Let me all Thy love accepting,
Love Thee, ever all my days;
Let me seek Thy kingdom only
And my life be to Thy praise;
Thou alone shalt be my glory,
Nothing in the world I see.
Thou hast cleansed and sanctified me,
Thou Thyself hast set me free.

In Thy truth Thou dost direct me
By Thy Spirit through Thy Word;
And Thy grace my need is meeting,
As I trust in Thee, my Lord.
Of Thy fullness Thou art pouring
Thy great love and power on me,
Without measure, full and boundless,
Drawing out my heart to Thee.

God sent this song to my heart earlier this morning and I just HAD to find all the lyrics. I hate when people use the words "all" or "none" in comparing things. For example, all men are unfaithful to their wives, etc...(of course, the exception is that "None is righteous...all have turned aside...all have sinned, etc)

That having been said, I will not say that all worship songs from our generation are trite and cheesy, but a good number of them are. But should we expect anything less? Yesterday, as I walked out of the gym, the song "They don't serve breakfast in Hell" by the News Boys played in my head for some reason. Let's compare the two:

Hold the milk, put back the sugar
They are powerless to console
We've gathered here to sprinkle ashes
From our late friend's cereal bowl

Breakfast clubbers, say the motto
That he taught us to repeat
"You will lose it in your gym class
If you wait until noon to eat"

Back when the Chess Club said our eggs were soft
Every Monday he'd say grace and hold our juice aloft
Oh, none of us knew his checkout time would come so soon
But before his brain stopped waving, he composed this tune

When the toast has burned
And all the milk has churned
And Captain Crunch is waving farewell
When the big one finds you
May this song remind you
That they don't serve breakfast in hell

Breakfast clubbers, drop the hankies
Though to some our friend was odd
That day he bought those pine pajamas
His check was good with God

Those here without the Lord, how do you cope?
For this morning we don't mourn like those who have no hope
Oh, rise up, Fruit Loop lovers; sing out sweet and low
With spoons held high, we bid our brother "Cheerio!"

When the toast has burned
And all the milk has turned
And Captain Crunch is waving farewell
When the big one finds you
May this song remind you
That they don't serve breakfast in hell

Now, not all old songs are "There is Love" and not all new songs are "Breakfast in Hell", but that being said, there is a vast difference between the two. There should have been an outcry from youth and young adults across the music world when News Boys made this song, but that is where most of the Youth and Young Adults were at the time. This campy, fun song depicts a Hell...where there is no cereal. Eternal damnation away from the glory and beauty of God...and no cereal.