Love was when God became a man,
locked in time and space,
without rank or place.

Let there be peace on earth
And let it begin with me
Let there be peace on earth
The peace that was meant to be

Behold, behold!
I stand at the door and knock, knock, knock,
Behold, behold!
I stand at the door and knock, knock, knock,

God took six days, and created
earth and moon the stars and sun
On the seventh day, He rested
from the work that He had done

With Christ in my vessel I can smile at the storm,
smile at the storm, smile at the storm.
With Christ in my vessel I can smile at the storm,
until He guides me home.

Did you ever talked to God above?
Tell Him that you need a friend to love.
Pray in Jesus’ name believing
that God answers prayer.

Never was anyone like Him
Never will one be the same
A tiny Babe, an infant King, Savior
We worship and honor the power of His Name

Love was when God became a man,
locked in time and space, without rank or place.
Love was God born of Jewish kin;
Just a carpenter with some fishermen.

In the dark of the midnight have I oft hid my face
While the storm howls above me
and there's no hiding place.

The Father knows what we need;
no need to worry or doubt,
for all of nature is held in His hand.

A-B-C-D-E-F-G,
Jesus died for you and me.
H-I-J-K-L-M-N,
Jesus died for sinful men, AMEN!

Welcome to the family,
we’re glad that you have come to share
your life with us as we grow in love,
and may we always be to you
what God would have us be, a family
always there, to be strong and to lean on.

Whisper a prayer in the morning,
whisper a prayer at noon,
whisper a prayer in the evening
to keep your heart in tune.

Step into the sunshine,
get out of the shade.
This is the one time
that you've got it made.

I don't have to wait until I'm grown up
to be loving and true.
There are many little deeds of kindness
that each day I can do.

We are His hands to touch
the world around us.
We are His feet
to go where He may lead.

This is the day, this is the day
that the Lord has made,
that the Lord has made.

In the morning, I see His face;
in the evening, His form I trace;
in the darkness, His voice I know;
I see Jesus everywhere I go.

When He cometh, when He cometh,
to make up His jewels,
all His jewels, precious jewels,
His loved and His own.

Soft as the voice of an angel
breathing a lesson unheard.
Hope with a gentle persuasion
whispers her comforting word.