The Son of Man defeats Satan
Robbing of purpose
robbing of joy,
the thief who deceives us
desires to destroy,
sadness and grief
all is confusing
– who’ll bring relief?
Needing a Champion
to conquer the foe,
mercy to know
This Man could win us
new sense of purpose
Satan was conquered
now held under rein
still he can tempt us
from good and from gain.
Knows what his end is,
that Jesus has power
and we know our Friend is
our strength every hour.
Tune: 54 54 54 54 eg ‘Thine own way’ by George Stebbins (tune of ‘Have Thine own way, Lord’
Our world has beauty,
but viruses ravage;
much love and kindness,
but sins hurt and damage.
Our world is sustained,
its Maker is caring,
though scorned and rejected.
He’s wise to warn us,
instructing our ignorance;
he tells of judgement,
but also deliverance,
love, pardon – abundance:
his rule acknowledge,
with truthful repentance.
A new beginning
with viruses, hatred
removed – we’re longing
that such be created.
But could we go there
ill tempers fouling
that new place polluting?
King Jesus came here
as baby – he only
could live life perfect
– unique in all history,
so he would suffer
as substitute for us,
and we could be cleansed for
that place with no virus.
Blighted partying and violence,
frustration breeding selfishness,
think anarchy brings happiness,
but joy flows out of godliness.
Satan blinds, brings misery,
Satan lies, brings poverty,
you don’t believe you were created
for the joy in him located.
Created in God’s image, so
we can find kindly things to do,
selflessness is satisfying
and God’s friendship stimulating.
Turn repentantly to him,
pardoned, life renewed begin,
anger quenched and glad to bring
help to others suffering.
The Bible begins with a perfect earth,
created in beauty with skill –
no illness, no strife and no famine, death,
with nothing to mar that good life until …
The end of the Bible reveals again
a perfect new heavens, new earth
when Jesus returns to judge everyone:
the pardoned gain life, not a living death.
We’re living between, with troubles to bear
because the Creator was spurned.
He’s calling to all to repent, come to share
in the future that Jesus has earned.
Tune: 10 8 10 10
Promised long ago in Eden,
One to quash the devil’s scheme,
One to save the sons of Adam
– from rebellion to redeem.
Promised then to Israel’s nation,
to await, prepare in faith,
telling out to other peoples
– ‘Saviour comes for all the earth’.
Prophets warned them when they wandered
from their God’s good, holy ways
– always some were faithful, constant
waiting for redemption’s days.
In the East some expectation
of a coming King – some gaze,
noticing the special star that
over Israel shone, ablaze.
Tune: 87 87 trochaic
There’s wars and violence, malice, lies,
and international tensions rise,
misused resources (blame those guys?)
but no-one’s faultless, fully wise.
However much our world puts right
pollution, wars, can’t clear all blight –
the earth is aging, cannot last,
and all our days are flying fast.
God came as Jesus to our earth:
no doubt about it, or his worth.
He said he’d come to free from hate,
fit for a new earth – trust and wait!
Tune: LM eg Niagara one of the tunes for ‘The Lord is King! lift up your voice’’
Flimsy pleasure – hacking, scamming –
what a waste of mind and skill –
given by God to do his will.
Grabbing, greedy, stealing, wasting
other people’s things and time
– til a change to gladly giving
wrought by glorious power divine.
Tune: 87 87 eg Mariners, Traditional Sicilian melody
A merry-go-round of monotony,
a chorus of cackling cacophony
– soul’s bellies a-rumbling,
and hungering, grumbling
– life colourless: strife, gloom and acrimony.
The gift that arrived that first Christmas
with promises that it could give us
what really can satisfy
– see God above ratify
– imperishable gift that’s so precious.
Amusements can give us a “sugar-rush”
– our souls need whole food that will nourish us.
We need to receive Him,
His Word to escape this world’s death-curse.
‘Go my own way, with money to spend …
Everyone’s friendly – I’ve plenty to lend …
exciting wild living, no time to be sad,
no work, and no duties, who’s to say that I’m bad …?
‘The money has gone, no pals’ helping hand,
I’m hungry, and famine’s besetting the land,
prices as rising – can I work for some food?’
“Yes, you can go feed my pigs!” ‘Oh, how I would
eat what they’ve got, I’m so starving still,
longing for something my stomach to fill …
‘My father has servants – they’ve food to spare.
I’ve wasted his money, no longer an heir,
but maybe he’d give me a better job there,
I’ll tell him I’m sorry – will he still for me care …?
The father when seeing him, ran to him, kissed –
Oh, how this prodigal child he had missed!
Gladly he welcomed his humble son home.’
‘My wandering, squandering nightmare is gone.’
cf. Luke 15:7-31
Rejecting prayer, rejecting God,
self-confidence is high,
or confidence in others, who
can little help supply.
Then life becomes a barren place,
dry, withered, lonely, sore,
unfruitful, weary, needing grace
that can refreshment pour.
How blessed are they that have their trust
in God, on him rely:
they’re like a tree whose roots are fed
from water flowing by.
Refreshed in drought and times of heat,
they heed his Word, and pray,
he makes them fruitful, they give shade
to others on the way.
see Jeremiah 17: 5-10 and Psalm 1