9/11 Lest we forget

Lord protect our beloved country,

Rest it in your mighty hands,

Guide us now our faltering nation.

Save us from this tragedy-

The forgetting of life's fragility.
Rescue us from evils' grasp,

and lead us back to you.


I want to say thank you to all the men and women
who put their lives on the line that fateful day.

A tribute to those brave Americans who lost their lives.

Lest We Forget the Price of Freedom.

Guide Us as the Sun

Moving mooring in the heavens,
resting aside the moon and stars.
Light of heaven darkness flees,
Beams of glory clothe the earth.
My God my guide as the heavens bright.
Creator of the beautiful light.
Lead me through the black abyss,
Cast the shadows away.
Bind the darkness that holds me tight,
And carry me to brighter days.
Upon the heavens to your presence,
bring me forth into your glory,
Holy Son of Heaven.


(c) Ryan Thomas, 2009

Be not Anxious

Verse 1

My troubled heart was ill at ease,
Nothing could calm its' pain.
My troubled heart was ill at ease,
Filled with worry and torn with shame

Verse 2

Gathered in gloom and mind despairing,
I wept with tears aloud.
Was then the words of Christ my King;
"Be not anxious" lifted the shroud.

Verse 3

It was then I called out in prayer,
Lord help me now I plead.
There in this world, with troubles bear,
Your peace and rest I need.

Verse 4

Lord in your power give me grace,
Your mercy calm my soul.
Resting in the light of your face,
Your love covered the hole.

Verse 5

Thanks be given, praise and love,
My honor to the King.
Thanks I give; His wonderful love,
His glory ever sing.

Verse 6

My worries known to God, every fear.
My prayers before His mind.
My heart requests He holds so dear,
My troubled heart unwind.

Verse 7

Peace that transcends, even for me.
It calms my anxious soul,
Peace that transcends, even for me,
It washes clean my whole.

Verse 8

Praise to Jesus, Lord son of God,
My king, worthy, Holy.
Blessed be His name, glorious God;
Holy,Holy, Holy


(c) Ryan Thomas 2009

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Slave to Sin to Free in Christ

This is the story of man without Christ and of the loving Grace of Jesus that saves us even in our wretchedness.

Slave to Sin

Let me be bound I cried,
Let me stay I will not move.
What holds me back what binds me?
Chains hold me down,
The weighted irons hold me fast.
What are these chains that contain me?
What of these cords that bind me?
I want to die but can not end.
I am lost to freedom,
Chained to slavery,
I am a slave to sin,
And I want no other.

Free in Christ
Let me be free I cry,
Let me run I will not stay.
Christ sets me free, what can hold me back?
Chains are unbound,
The weighted irons loosed their grips.
What of those chains that held me?
What of those cords that bound me?
I want Christ, open the door,
I want life, my saviors love.
I am free from slavery,
Chained to His love,
I am a servant of Christ,
And I want no other.


(C) Ryan Thomas, 2009

My King Returns

There's a crown in the sky,
a truly glorious sight.
The king has returned,
all earth shall behold His might.

There's a light of hope,
it breaks upon the darkness.
A crown of a hope,
Blinding truth dispels the blackness.

My King my Christ comes again,
amidst the wicked decadence.
First He came, my repentance,
Second now my deliverance.

Praises with the angels sing,
to heaven with Christ ascend.
Gather now on heavens' wing,
in Gods' Holy presence mend.


(c) by Ryan Thomas, 2009

Peasant Knight

This poem is a metaphor of life's struggle versus sin and the great God we have. Our King is on the throne and He has won!

He cowered not of the brave knight,
of his glistening amour or sword afright.
Held in metal grip the peasant stood,
his throat did dry to dying wood.
"Avast ye knave put thine weakness asunder,
thine humble frailty now work to wonder.
Move thy body and slay me now,
and so in nobler courts to bow.
The king to say thou didst well.
thine joust did win when the enemy fell.
With clashing bravery, strength fortify-
and so great kings to you glorify.
Stand thee here and take upon thee a sword,
we shall fight and one through Jordan ford."

So as he spoke the humble peasant,
his quiet face stayed ever pleasant.
He followed obediently, armed and ready,
ever quiet still and steady.
The pacing knight lost in hate,
charging madly death's ill fate.
The peasant weak did stumble and fall,
no match for a knight strong and tall.
And when it seemed pointless to resist,
the lowly peasant pleading mercy did persist.
But as the knight was to bring the final blow,
through the hurried air an arrow did flow.
Striking the knight mortal and true,
the golden dart - powerful weapon of only a few.
Only one did master the golden bow,
a protector, defender, the weak did know.
He rescued the suffering from the wicked hand,
and saved the wretched lowly and bland.
The Savior, true King all before Him trembled,
His wondrous power like a mighty army assembled.


(c) Ryan Thomas, 2009