Eight years old!

Can't believe I have been blogging for over 8 years. That is alottagloggin, and it's been fun. Now Facebook shares in the fun, but I will keep on posting lyrics and news, clues, and views here ad infinitum...

The Hills are Calling Me

The hills are calling me today
And waters gush from virgin clay
And I will leave plow and team
And follow the bright winding stream

Traveling its course along
What a beautiful silvery song
The pebbled brook sings just for me
And I am filled with ecstasy

To the hills I will lift up my eyes
And see the living Lord arise
This is where my help comes from
There I will rest till my day comes.

Before me lies the gushing spring
Around its blue mouth tall blades cling
I’ve found the shady hills at last
And trees their cooling shadows cast

They hold me as a bosom friend
I wish the day would never end
God’s hills are wondrous fair today
And I could here forever stay.

To the hills I will lift up my eyes
And see the living Lord arise
This is where my help comes from
There I will rest till my day comes.

After a depression era poem by John B. Cruise

Anthony Foster
February 22, 2011

Shadow of the Cross

‘Neath the cross I will take refuge
In this dry and weary land
In the glory of His sacrifice
I will hope and I will stand.

Oh the shadow of the Cross
Fall full upon me I pray
Oh shadow of the Cross
Cover me in your refreshing shade
Be my refuge
In this wilderness
Be my place of shelter
And my place of rest
Be the place where I am fully blessed
Neath the shadow of the cross.

In the light of the glory of the Presence
Casts a cross shaped shadow on our walls
And we tremble in this glory
As on our lives this shadow falls

The cross is a tower
Erected on the Rock
Where His outstetched wings
Shelter His own flock

Oh the shadow of the Cross
Fall full upon me I pray
Oh shadow of the Cross
Cover me in your refreshing shade
Be my refuge
In this wilderness
Be my place of shelter
And my place of rest
Be the place where I am fully blessed
Neath the shadow of the cross.

Anthony Foster
February 13, 2011

Blood of Jesus

The blood of Jesus runneth deep
Deep enough to cover all your sin.
There is no depth to which you can sink
There is no thought that you can think
There is no secret place
That’s beyond the reach of grace
Blood that covers, blood that covers
Blood that covers all our sin.

The blood of Jesus reaches wide
Wide enough to overwhelm our sin
There is nowhere man can hide
Where the love of Christ will not abide
He delivers us from that evil place
Such is the scope of redeeming grace
Blood that conquers, blood that conquers
Blood that conquers all our sin.

The blood of Jesus is ever strong
Strong to cast out all all our sin
There is no land beyond His reach
The blood of the Word shall forever preach
Until the day a man dies
It redeems and sanctifies
Blood that casts out, blood that casts out
Blood that casts out all our sin.

The blood of Jesus cleanses clean
Cleanses us from all our sin
It cleanses those who are defiled
Cleanses us and reconciles
And every one who is redeemed
Is cleansed by the blood and we are clean
Blood that cleanses, blood that cleanses
Blood that cleanses from our sin.

Anthony Foster
February 13, 2011