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The First Time
by Mark E. Ellis

 Like the first note of music to someone born deaf,
 Like the first ray of light to one born blind,
 Like the first halting footsteps to one who couldn't walk
 That's how it feels the first time
 That we hear how much the Lord Jesus loves us
 And that He gave us the greatest gift He could give.
 He let them nail Him to a cross so He could save the lost.
 He gave His life so you and I could live.

 Like the first taste of freedom to someone enslaved,
 Like the first time you're lost and find your way,
 Like the first time a mother holds her newborn babe,
 That's how it feels on that day
 That we hear how much the Lord Jesus loves us
 And that He gave us the greatest gift He could give.
 He let them nail Him to a cross so He could save the lost.
 He gave His life so you and I could live.

 Like the first time we see a golden sunrise.
 Like the first time we smell lilacs in bloom.
 Like the very first moment we understand His grace
 Through the resurrection from the tomb,
 Then we know how much the Lord Jesus loves us
 And that He gave us the greatest gift He could give.
 He let them nail Him to a cross so He could save the lost.
 He gave His life so you and I could live.

Copyright 1999 Mark E. Ellis

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It Feels Like My Own
by Mark E. Ellis

It was the summer when I turned nine,
Daddy called me in and said to sit down.

"You're going to find out sometime anyway,   So I might as well tell you now.
I had to go and see the doctor today. He said I'm sick and don't have too long left.
It's OK to cry but don't feel sad,
Because I'm not afraid of what comes next."

 I said, "Daddy, won't you help me 'cause I'm not that strong.
Without your help I fear I won't hold on.
I'm glad you're here with me and I'm not alone.
You give your strength so freely it feels like my own."

 All that summer daddy stayed to himself
As the days passed at our house on the bay.
Then one day I asked if I could row out
Past the point, 'cause I knew the way.
 I thought that, like before, he'd just say no
But instead he said he'd come along.
And as I rowed and rowed I realized
The current was just too strong.

And I said, "Daddy, won't you help me 'cause I'm not that strong.
Without your help I fear I won't hold on.
I'm glad you're here with me and I'm not alone.
You give your strength so freely it feels like my own."

 We made it out beyond the point that day,
 Me and daddy rowing side by side.
 It was the last time that we spent that way;
When the summer ended daddy died.
After we buried him I went back home
And sat down in his favorite chair,
And hidden under it I happened to find
A piece of paper with this prayer:

"Father, won't you help me 'cause I'm not that strong.
Without your help I fear I won't hold on.
I'm glad you're here with me and I'm not alone.
You give your strength so freely it feels like my own."

And now years later I remember that day,
Me and daddy rowing, and here's what I pray:

"Father, won't you help me 'cause I'm not that strong.
Without your help I fear I won't hold on.
I'm glad you're here with me and I'm not alone.
You give your strength so freely it feels like my own."

Copyright 1999 Mark E. Ellis



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