“A Living Sanctuary”

Written by Greg Cross


I used to think of a sanctuary

As the church building we’re we came

The place where we gathered to worship

But now, nothing is the same.


For God’s Word showed me different

The true sanctuary is a person’s heart

Prepared by God in Jesus Christ

The Holy Spirit God imparts.


A living sanctuary

My Savior’s love sets my heart aflame

He shed His precious blood for me

Rose from death and now He reigns!


A living sanctuary

Where God’s Holy Presence dwells

A temple of the Holy Spirit

A heart set to do God’s will.


A living sanctuary

Where God is revealed

Where I lovingly obey

And to Him, humbly yield.


A living sanctuary

Where tumultuous waves cannot upset

My peace and contentment in Christ

As I look to Him for rest.


When all God’s living sanctuaries

Gather in prayer and praise

To exalt our glorious King

On the Lord’s resurrection day.


Living sanctuaries

His grace and mercy we entreat

May we hear His blessed voice

As we bow at our Savior’s feet!

A Requiem For Darkness and Fear

Written by Greg Cross


On a rocky, barren landscape

I stood all alone

In the middle of the landscape

A deep, wide gaping hole


A rock I dropped into the pit

No sound, no sound was there

Just darkness, darkness, endless darkness

Darkness and, yes, fear!


Fear came rushing on me

Like a wind roaring and cold

In perspiration, down on my knees

“More rocks, fill up this hole.”


I labored long and hard, I did

No sound, no sound was there

Just darkness, darkness, endless darkness

Darkness and, yes, fear!


I lay exhausted at the mouth

Of the hole without no end

I cried out in helplessness,

“Can nothing this hole mend?”


On my elbow came a touch so light

Like a clean, fresh summer breeze

Above me stood a man in white

At his garment I did seize.


Help me! Help me! Help Me! I cried,

“Won’t you help me, please?”

“This hole, this gaping hole”, I sighed

“is consuming all of me.”


The stranger he did lift me up

and then said unto me,

“Love one, look into the hole,

and tell me what you see.”


I turned and looked into the dark

Of that never ending space

Down in the depths, so cold, so stark,

A semblance of my face.


Fear came rushing o’er me

The cold sweat, it did sear

I feebly picked up a rock

Into the darkness I did peer


“Love one, put down the rock.

A thousand you could throw.

For each rock that you put in

The fear and darkness grows.”


The rock slipped from my hand

And tumbled to the side

I searched the ever barren land

No place was there to hide


“I am your help, I heard you call,

Are you ready to receive?

I am alone your all in all

No longer be deceived.”


Then with a voice steady and strong

I heard him say, “Light come!

Give him the light for which he longs,

Bring my beloved child home!”


To my shock, into the hole

He himself did cast;

The darkness and the fear gave way

To a light of eternal last.


Love one, are you throwing rocks

Into a gaping hole?

Does the darkness and the fear which lock

Leave you trembling and so cold?


Love one, please, call out this day

Christ will meet you there;

He will flood your life with light

Fear and darkness will disappear.


                                           December 12, 1991

Another Love

Written by Greg Cross


I know once we were very close.

Everyone, everything, I put you above

Surrendered to you my life, my all

But now I’ve found another love.


The world says it’s crazy to love You alone

With all my heart, my soul, my mind,

A jealous love, that burns with desire.

This divorce, yes, I’ll try to be kind.


Another love entered my life.

I find my desires have changed.

You know Yourself, the temptation is strong.

So this you should not find strange.


Yet, I will try to visit once in a while.

Yes, my conscience I want to be clear.

No begging, no pleading, no tears can persuade.

Another love I do now hold dear.


Jesus, the great lover of my soul,

Hold me close and tight, I plea!

Give me a heart that does not wonder

To other loves, love only Thee.

                                                                        September 13, 1994

“Expectations”

Written by Greg Cross

 

Do you come with expectations

To God’s living church

Expecting great miracles,

Praying for new births?

 

O God, baptize us with fire

The Holy Spirit true.

Pour Your grace upon us

That we may walk with You.

 

Lord, we are Your vessels

For Your holy use employ.

Break us, mold us, make us, Lord

Fill us with Your joy.

 

Raise our eyes to expectations.

Nothing is impossible with You.

O Lord, we wait in expectation,

Expectation of what You will do!

 

                                                                                                            Dec. 1995

“Guide Me, O Lord!”

Written by Greg Cross

 

Guide me in Your Word this day,

Grant me that Your Word may stay;

In my heart, every part,

May I be Your living Word.

 

Guide me in Your love this day,

Grant me that Your love may flame;

In my heart, every part,

Your love in me will glow.

 

Guide me to someone in need.

Grant that I may plant a seed;

In their heart, yes, every part,

Your love in them may grow.

 

One day You will guide me home,

In Your glorious land behold;

In my heart, yes, every part,

Your loving presence be.

 

                                                                                    11-7-91

How Beautiful, How Lovely, the New Fallen Snow

Written by Greg Cross

 

How beautiful, how lovely, the new fallen snow.

O how it completely covers, O how brightly it glows.

Each dancing snowflake reflecting the light

Glittering, shimmering, O What a sight!

 

How beautiful, how lovely, the Lord Jesus Christ.

Oh, how He covers, Oh how He invites

“Come one, come all, to Me.  I am Light.”

Dance in His grace, O What a delight!

 

Whitemess, whiteness, pure and clean

Is what God offers to you and me;

Christ’s righteousness blanketing our sin and shame.

How beautiful, how lovely.  Praise His holy name!

 

                                                                                                         January 1996

                                                                           After a beautiful snowfall in January

“In His Name”

Written by Greg Cross

 

In His name there is unity.

In His name there is peace.

In His name there is joy.

In His name new life release.

 

In our name there is division.

In our name there is strife.

In our name there is mourning.

In our name, death not life.

 

Remember Christians, we no longer live.

Christ Jesus lives in us!

May we lift His name on high,

Our name no longer to discuss.

 

May His name dwell in our hearts.

May His name be on our lips.

His name in our prayers and praise,

Then our name will not slip.

 

So when we go to naming names,

Let us get down on our knees

And name that name above all names,

Jesus Christ, our Savior, our Plea.

 

Let us forget about ourselves.

His servants all we are.

Born of God’s grace in Jesus Christ,

Christ alone is Lord!

 

I may plant, you may water.

We’re fellow workers in God’s field.

But God alone makes things grow.

Let us not His glory steal.

 

                                                            Reference: 1 Corinthians 1:9-10

                                             September. 28, 1992

“Make No Mistake”

Written by Greg Cross

 

The Cross kills, make no mistake.

Jesus died for all our sakes.

The Cross, not pretty, nor is sin.

He died for us, our souls to win.

 

The cross kills, make no mistake.

Accusations fly, “He is a fake!”

Everyone is false, except the Son.

He took my blame, my soul He’s won.

 

The Cross kills, make no mistake.

In its presence, my soul quakes.

Calling me daily to come and die;

The Cross, my will, to crucify.

 

The Cross kills, make no mistake,

My pride poured out, my sin forsake.

Help me, Lord, to live for Thee!

He died for me, to set me free.

                                                                                          June 17, 1993

“No Greater Love”

Written by Greg Cross

 

O Holy Father, Thou Art All Grace

How could I ever behold Thy face?

To stand in Your Presence, Your Glory see

Your Grace poured out abundant and free

 

O Father, I know deep down in my heart

The law condemns, yes, every part.

I’ve broken them all, yes, every one,

I’ve sinned against Thee, I am undone.

 

My shame and my guilt floods in over me

I’m about to go under, I cry out, “Mercy!”

Your Grace comes down, sent from above

O Father of Grace, No Greater Love!

 

Who is Grace, This One I see

Stretched out on a Cross, dying for me?

My sin, my shame, my guilt He bears

In utter silence, mouth open, I stare

His blood flows from His hands, feet and side

What horror, what wonder, I cannot hide

“This is My Grace” I hear You say

Enter by faith, there is no other way

 

“Thou are Lord and Christ”, falls from my lips

No Greater Love, the words silently slip.

No Greater Love, I humbly bow

Cover me in Your grace, cover me now!

 

Make me Thine own, I simply say

Make me Thine own, this very day!

To serve Thee alone, to do Thy will

No Greater Love, No Greater Thrill!

O Holy Father, How I Adore You

Greg Cross

 

O Holy Father, how I adore You

My heart enraptured with only Thee

My being bust with pure praise and pleasure

For You, My Father, have set me free

 

O Holy Father, How I adore You

Highest heaven cannot contain

How great Thy glory, Thy awesome power

The wondrous majesty of Thy name

 

O Holy Father, How I adore You

But Father how can You relate

I am but dust, a poor lost sinner

Thou are immortal, infinitely great

 

O Holy Father, How I adore You

You sent Your One and Only Son

He bore my guilt, my sin, my shame

Christ Jesus rose, the victory won

O Holy Father, how I adore You

You created me to soar in thee

O lift my spirit ever upward

Thou who art all eternity

Oh, For A Wind, A Mighty Wind

Written By Greg Cross

 

The pall hung over the city,

Stifling, thick, holding the heat.

The people did gasp and sigh

As they hurried along the streets

 

The weatherman said, no relief

Did he see in sight.

Pollutants spread into the air

Obscuring the sunlight.

 

Toxic, yes, the air did grow.

Green plants began to die.

“Let’s protect the children.

Better keep them inside.”

 

Oh, for a wind, a mighty wind

To clear it all away!

A great wind is the only answer.

For a mighty wind let’s pray.

 

Then, one day, quite unexpectedly

A mighty breeze began to blow.

No one knew whence it came.

The city, it did glow.

 

The sunlight danced upon the grass

Like a newborn calf in Spring.

The plants perked up, began to grow,

The children, they did sing.

 

The air pristine, clear as glass,

No smog to hide the sky.

The people, mouths wide open

Said, “We never realized…

 

How foolish we all have been…

Look at that blue sky!

Our children laughing, playing.”

Then, they all began to cry.

 

Not tears of grief, but tears of joy

Like jewels the tears did fall.

Cleansing hearts, renewing lives

Removing all the gall.

 

 

Now, you know me well enough.

The city is our heart.

The pall, sin and self-centeredness.

Light obscured by dark.

 

Oh, for a wind, a mighty wind

To clear it all away.

A great wind is the only answer

For a wind let’s pray!

 

If we’re sincere, the wind will come,

The Holy Spirit is His name.

“What you ask, you will receive.

Yes, receive the very same.”

 

Then tears of grief will turn to joy.

Lord, all the gall remove!

Bring in your light, Jesus Christ.

In Him our lives renew!

 

Of, for a wind,  mighty wind

To clear it all away!

A great wind is the only answer.

For a mighty wind let’s pray!

“The End, A New Beginning”

Written by Greg Cross

 

All things have an end, save one,

And that is eternity.

When the end is ended,

Tell me, where will you be?

 

Before you answer, join me

On what seems an endless trip.

Some think this life will never end

Or they’ll give the end the slip.

 

But now, about another end.

Yes, the end of self,

All our resources spent,

No place to turn for help.

 

Abraham came to his end

When on the altar he lay

Isaac, his precious son,

He raised his knife to slay.

 

Jacob came to his end

At the river Jabbok

His brother Esau coming fast,

He thought his goose was cooked.

 

Moses came to his end

Before a rock and a hard place.

The Egyptian army bearing down,

Water slapped him in the face.

 

Proud Peter came to his end.

His voice, three times, we hear

“I do not know the man!”

Of He Peter held so dear.

 

Even Jesus had his end.

“Thy will, not mine,” He prayed.

Arrested, beaten, hung on a cross.

He died, lay in a grave.

 

God brings us to the end

Of self-confidence and pride.

For like a vast mountainscape

These things His grace will hide.

 

When we stand stark naked.

I know, not a pleasant thought!

God’s love, grace and mercy flows

Our end counted not a loss.

 

Our end is a beginning

Heaven opens in Jesus Christ.

God sends His Holy Spirit.

All His riches He invites.

 

New life in Christ that never ends

Throughout all eternity.

Nothing can separate from His love.

Come to your end and see!

 

                                                                        February 15, 1994

“The Garden Of My Heart”

Written by Greg Cross

 

In the garden the other day

Many weeds of many kinds.

No time, no time to delay.

Pull up all that I can find.

 

What is this? I can’t believe!

I tug with all my might.

You’ve never seen such a weed.

I see I have a fight.

 

I pull this way, then pull that way,

All to no avail.

Then, with one final mighty heave

The weed I do assail.

 

Standing dripping in the sun,

Dirt all over me,

The root of this monstrous weed

Trails clear down to my knees.

 

A cold flush comes over me,

The weed too near my heart.

I hear another Gardener near.

His voice gives me a start.

 

“Hello, My son. You’ve done well,

The root so deep entwined.

Time to check my garden now

To see what I find.”

 

Then His words searched my heart.

Many a weed did He pull out.

Some come very easily.

Others come out with a shout.

 

Then He said, “There is this weed

Whose roots entwine your heart.

The cost is great to have it out.

I must get it, every part.

 

As He pulled, I thought I saw

Supreme anguish on His face.

For on a cross He did bear

All my sin and my disgrace.

 

 

I heard the nails. I saw the blood

Flow down my Savior’s side.

My head fell, my knees grew weak,

As I let go all my pride.

 

“I’ve got it all. Sweet victory!”

The Gardener of my heart did cry.

I looked. The root down to His feet,

Still struggling to survive.

 

Then, in a voice deep and strong,

He said, “Vile thing, depart!”

Weed with vicious root did burn

That once entwined my heart.

 

“You’ve free, My son.  Now fruit will grow.

Be sure you do your part.

Abide in Me and My love.

Be vigilant with your heart.”

 

“Give the good room to grow.

Uproot all evil there.

We will reap what we sow,

So we must take care.”

 

“And I place in My garden

Should you think all is loss,

A reminder of sweet victory,

There stands an empty cross!”

                                                                                          May 25, 1993

“What Do You Want?”

Written by Greg Cross

 

“I want to do this, I want to do that.”

We say without thinking as a matter of fact;

Yet the “I” of the “want to” like a skyscraper soars,

While all of God’s “want to’s” we do ignore.

 

Lord, I want what You want, A new wanter give me

That by wanting what you want Your glory they’ll see;

Oh Lord, change my wanter that I may become

A humble servant who wants Your will to be done.

“What Have You Forsaken?”

Written by Greg Cross

 

What have you forsaken

For Jesus Christ your Lord?

Or are you mistaken,

Kept you life and all else hoard?

 

There must be a forsaking

Of sin, self, and our rights.

Or are you mistaken,

Walking in darkness, not the light?

 

Abraham forsook his home

To seek a better land,

When the Lord said, “Come,

I’ll lead you by My hand.”

 

Paul forsook everything.

He counted it all for loss.

Of His Savior’s grace to sing,

“Paul, come, take up your cross.”

There is no mistaking

The list still grows today.

There must be a forsaking,

There is no other way.

 

Jesus makes it very plain.

He says, “Come follow me.

Lose your life, Mine to gain.

In Me there is victory.

 

What have you forsaken

For Jesus Christ your Lord?

Or are you mistaken,

Kept your life and all else hoard?

A Walk With My Dog

Written by Greg Cross

 

Lord, you speak in so many ways;

Yes, you spoke to me today.

Not with lightning bolt or flaming tree,

But through my dog on a lead.

 

I am her master, her I feed,

Yes, I meet all her needs

I take her walking for exercise

On a lead, we walk side by side.

 

Yet, how this little pup can vex,

Pulling and panting, this way and that,

Growling at every dog she sees,

She wraps the lead around my knees.

 

A bird lands in a yard nearby,

She lunges so hard, my hand does sigh,

A car goes by, she would gives chase,

The lead, the lifeline, a cord of grace

 

She smells some dead thing in the grass,

I tighten the lead to quickly pass,

Though she would like to linger there,

Roll in it without a care.

 

O, if she would only let me lead,

Not push or pull, just concede

To follow me, her master, at my pace,

Trusting me simply, walking in faith.

 

O Lord, I pray, take the lead.

I completely yield myself to Thee.

No pullin’, no pushin’, no bird-chasing days.

Let me walk beside Thee, teach me Thy ways.

                                                        April 14, 1996

“Centered”

Written by Greg Cross

 

Who or what is in the center of your life,

Is there love, joy, peace or endless strife?

For from the center of our life flows,

Who or what is in the center shows.

 

In heaven God and Christ are in the center of the throne.

Why not make God and Christ the center of your home,

The center of our lives, the center of our church,

Then we won’t be unbalance, left in a lurch.

 

For God alone is Sovereign, Creator of all that is

Thrice Holy, Lord God Almighty, All praise to Him we give.

Worthy is His Lamb sent by God above

To purchase us for God with His precious blood.

 

Is your life on center, God and Christ enthroned;

Do you have a heart of flesh or a heart of stone,

Do you love the Lord, walking in His ways,

Led by the Holy Spirit, centered in His will today?

“Fill Me”

Written by Greg Cross

 

Fill my life with good things

Not with silver or with gold.

Fill me with your goodness

That Your glory it may show.

 

Fill me with Your presence.

Fill me with Your ways.

Fill me with Your passion,

Mingled with unbroken praise.

 

Lord, empty what I’m full of,

That the fuller I may be,

Of Your love, peace, joy and righteousness,

Wholly committed unto Thee.

                                                              (Based on Isaiah 2:6-11)

                                                                   March 16, 1993

“Seven Things We Are Not To Neglect”

Written by Greg Cross

 

(Assorted verses)

He neglected his schoolwork.

He neglected his wife.

He neglected his kids.

This surely ain’t right.

 

He neglected his job.

He neglected his car.

He neglected his health.

He can’t get very far.

 

He neglected his Bible,

Yes, He had one!

But he didn’t neglect

His pleasure or fun.

 

Now he stands neglected

In a horrible place.

All alone and neglected,

Devoid of God’s face.

 

An eternity to think

Of what could have been

If he hadn’t neglected.

Oh, what a sin!

                                                                        August 23, 1995

 

Neglect- to pay no attention or too little attention, disregard or slight; to omit as through indifference of carelessness.

Hebrews 2:3 “escape, if we neglect so great a salvation

Psalm 119:16 I will not neglect Your Word (God’s Word)

Nehemiah 10:25-39 We will not neglect the house of God. (Good Stewards)

1 Timothy 4:14 “Neglect not the gift that is in thee”

Acts 6:1 “Were neglected in daily ministrations” (charity to others)

Luke 11:42 “You neglect justice and the love of God.”

Matthew 23:23 “ You have neglected the more important matter of the law- justice, mercy, and faithfulness.

“The Gift”

Written by Greg Cross

 

Of all the gifts you have ever received

Which do you remember, which do so please

Which brought you peace, which brought you joy

Which brought you love, endless hope from above.

 

Christ is the gift above all gifts I choose.

There is no greater gift than, “I forgive you.

I forgive you your sins through dark they may be.

Yes, each and every one God has laid upon Me.

 

Covered by My blood, Jesus Christ, God’s own Son,

Endless mercy and grace sent from God above.”

All gifts shall pass away, all gifts save He.

Thank you, God, for Your gift of Christ to me!

(Luke 7:48)

A Kiss and A Prayer

Written by Greg Cross


How do we start our day off right?

There are many replies we hear,

“Plenty of rest! A good breakfast!”

For our children we hold so dear.


Rest is good and breakfast is too.

Those may keep our children fair.

Yet, in my mind, none compete

With a kiss and a prayer.


A kiss that says, “I Love You!”

A prayer that says, “God Loves You More!”

This combination cannot be beat.

So parent, please, do not ignore…


A kiss and a prayer to your children,

Two simple things that say so much.

A kiss from you and a prayer to God,

Nothing else in the world can touch.

April 30, 1993

“A Little Pinch of Salt”

Written by Greg Cross


Just a little pinch of salt

What a difference that pinch makes

When that pinch is forgotten

In the bread as it is baked.


White raisin cinnamon bread

O the smell dances in the nose

Yet, I forgot a pinch of salt

Will anyone know do you suppose?


Tasting time is upon me

Fresh-baked bread what a delight

I cut me a warm thick slice

I take a big, big bite


Others wait in anticipation

Searching for my approving smile

My pinched face tells the story

Forty bland loaves, O what a trial!


Mark them down to half price

Maybe then our customers will take

Just a little pinch of salt

What a difference that pinch makes


(Written after a visit to bread store, raisin cinnamon bread at ½ price, tasted bland, bought a loaf, used for toast)

Barefoot

Written by Greg Cross


I was walking through our hallway

In my bare feet the other day

Oh, how dirty the floor did feel,

It’s the truth, what can I say?


Now, this is a funny thing...

You see, when I had on shoes

I didn’t feel the dirt at all,

My senses insulated from all the goo!


Now, the Lord He spoke to me,

You know how He can do!

“Greg, people have their shoes on

When My Word they do come to.”


“They walk all through My Word

And think everything’s all right

Their senses dull and insulated

From My Word, the one true light.”


Now, I know this may sound radical,

But I think it’s something we should do,

When we come to read God’s Word,

Let’s take off our socks and shoes.


Let us walk through God’s Word

In our bare feet all the way,

We might be surprised and shocked

Just what God has to say…!


“My child, check you filthy feet,

Check them at the door!

I am a holy, awesome God,

Your sin I do abhor!”


“Lord God, yes, I am filthy!

O Lord, holy God, let me in!

Send Your Son, Jesus Christ,

To wash away all my sins!”


With towel wrapped around His waist

Jesus Christ, God’s son, did appear.

He knelt and lovingly washed my feet,

My joy overflowed with tears.


Lord, help us to walk humbly

In our bare feet, not in socks and shoes.

Bathe us in you mercy and grace,

That your glory will shine through!




























































August 8, 1995

“Christ, the Living Way”

Written by Greg Cross


There is a very humbling sentence

In God’s holy Word;

A most humbling sentence

Young and old need to hear.


David said it to Solomon

As David’s time drew near,

“Now listen carefully my son,

This I want you to hear.”


“I am going the way of all the earth.

Be strong, show yourself a man,

Keep the charge of the Lord,

Walk in His ways, Keep His commands.”


Did you hear it? So humbling,

Don’t let it pass you by,

“I am going the way of all the earth.”

Yes, we are all going to die.


Breathe it in, breathe it out.

With each breath it draws near.

When that last breathe leaves you

Will it be in faith of fear?


Faith in God of the living,

Jesus Christ, He is the One,

The Resurrection, and the Life.

God’s one and only Son.


You are not ready to live

Till you are ready to die

Come to Christ, Who is life,

And in His life abide.
















































November 8, 1995


“Confession”

Written by Greg Cross

Once in a while and

More than a while once

My wife speaks to me


But I haven’t a hunch

Of what she said





































For my mind is not tuned

Though I shake my head









Her words float in the room.

Life butterflies dancing




























They rise and they fall.

But I hear nothing



















Nothing at all.

O Lord, I pray, that



You speak to me

Why are you silent?

Why do you delay?

Butterflies dancing


They fill the room

O Lord, I confess,

With other things I’m consumed.

“God’s Timepiece”

Written by Greg Cross


Forty four years old, I cannot believe

Whew! They flew by so, so quickly

The older you get, the quicker time flies

Children growing up, weakening of the eyes.


Time is a precious gift from God above

Lord, fill the time with your wondrous love

May my heart tick faithfully in your Son

Powered not by Duracell but by your Holy One.


A beautiful timepiece not just for time

Eternity beckons, oh how sublime…

To be in Your presence, singing Your praise

O let us all in unison our voices raise…


Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah to the King!

Come one, come all, your offerings bring.

Present yourselves as a living sacrifice

Holy and pleasing to God, for this is right.


For He sent His Son in time from eternity

To die on the cross for you and for me

What mercy, what grace, what love divine,

Thou art all compassion, O Lord, Thou art kind!

Help On a Cold, Blustery Day

Written by Greg Cross


On a cold, blustery day

Somewhere in the teens

I heard out my window

A chirp, chirp somewhat lean.


I parted the curtains,

Looked down on the ledge,

A bird all cuddled up

In a corner, looking dread


The wind did blow fiercely

The bird it could not touch

Protected by the ledge and brick

In this man-made hutch.


The sun did shine down.

The ledge it did heat.

The bird fluffed its wings

And let out “Peep, Peep!”


His song did grow louder

As he basked in the sun.

The wind could not touch him,

“Peep! Peep! This is fun!”


The bird gathered himself

And flew out on the wind.

After a brief, warming rest

Back into life he did ascend.


We all need protection

From cold winds that do blow.

We all need to bask

In God’s heavenly glow.


Yet, like my friend, the bird

That met me that day,

We bask in the Son,

To fly, come that may.















































December 4, 1991





How to Fix the Shimmy Shakes

Written by Greg Cross


Two new tires on the truck

They put them on the back

The older ones to the front

Now the car will stay on track.


But as I am driving, I notice

Something is not quite right

The truck has the shimmy shakes
The front end does not seem tight.


Take the truck back to my mechanic

Check the balance on the front tires

Make sure everything is firm and secure

Don’t want this truck to expire.


Found the tires weren’t balanced

Had to add some weights

Till the bubble was in the center

Now we are running straight.


Such a small thing, 1 or 2 ounces.

To balance out the wheels

Oh, but what a difference

Oh, what a different feel.


No more shimmy shakes

A firm ride all the way

So much better than before

It’s great, what can I say?


Those little things in life

Such a difference they can make

Our lives get out of balance

And we get the shimmy shakes.


Bouncing down the road of life

We sense something is not right

We need to go the Master Mechanic

And let the Lord bring in the light.


For if Christ is not in the center

Unbalanced we will be

We will have the shimmy shakes

It is plain, why can’t we see?


A life centered on Christ

Will keep you firm in the faith

Riding down the narrow road of eternal life

No more of those shimmy shakes.


Trust and obey God’s holy Word

Abide in Christ and grow in grace

Submit your life fully to Christ

Free from the shimmy shakes.


“Kept By Christ”

Written by Greg Cross


I cleaned my van the other day.

Oh, boy!
What a mess!

Dirt, bugs, and asphalt from the road;

The damage I did assess.


The windshield bears some wounds.

The body has rock chips;

Water got underneath the carpet.

The inside smells like a stinky foot!


Time to take action…

The carpet and insulation came out.

Air them out for several days,

There is no time to pout.


Wash the van, check for leaks,

Spend hours rubbing off the tar.

Wash again, dry it off,

Looks like a different car!


Wax it up, rub it out.

Great!
Look at the shine!

Clean the inside to match the outside.

Oh, boy! We’re looking fine!


Carpet and insulation go back in.

Put back all the seats.

Hang a potpourri stick-up.

The van is smelling sweet!


Then, again it happens…….

The Lord comes shining through.

Taps me on the shoulder, He says,

“That van’s a lot like you.”


“You were a mess, remember,

When I first came to you?

I cleaned you up with my love.

I made you all brand new.”


“Yet, I know, this life is rough.

I bear its marks, you see.

Look at my hands, feet and side,

And then rest complete in Me.”


“When you feel the grime of life,

If the shine should start to fade,

And stinky smells rise to the top,

And rocks chip you along the way”



“Mercy, peace and love be multiplied

To those whom I have called,

Who are loved by God the Father,

And kept be Me, you all in all.















































April 28, 1993


“Precious”

Written by Greg Cross


There are precious moments, precious people, and many precious things.

Yet of He who is most precious, I, His praises sing.

For God sent His precious Son to shed His precious blood,

To save me from my sin and the coming flood.


He has made us most precious in His holy sight.

He has called us from darkness into His wondrous light.

I will ever cling to Christ, God’s precious cornerstone.

I will put trust in Christ, Who for my sin atoned.


Then, on that precious day when I kneel before His throne,

Thou art precious! Thou are precious! Thou and Thou alone!

For His glory, He will shine, so preciously sublime!

Thou art precious Thou art precious, Preciously divine!


“Redemption Draws Nigh”

Written by Greg Cross


O Lord, I just finished praying

For hearts that are so hard

‘How much longer?” I was saying,

“Till they turn unto You, Lord?”


Then I heard a loud command,

“Your redemption draweth nigh.

Stand up, stand up, lift up your hands,

Lift your head up to the sky.”


The King is coming, the King is coming!

I looked and behold a cloud

Filled with God’s holy presence,

Then a trumpet sounded loud.


I lifted slowly off the earth

Gripped by the splendor of His love,

“O thank you, Lord, for the new birth,”

As I ascended to Him above.


O glory, glory, glory, glory,

Behold the glory of His grace!

Just the beginning of the story

As I eternally behold His face!


Luke 21:28, 1 Thessalonians 4:13-18


































August 15, 1996

Standing at the fruit stand

Oh, which fruit is good?

Can I thump? Can I squeeze?

Do you think I should?


When God looks at my life,

I wander what he sees;

Am I being fruit in Him?

Like, love, faith, love, joy and peace.

-Greg Cross

“Strengthened”

Written by Greg Cross


I went to the doctor, my knee it was sore,

Limping along, my knee it felt poor.

He stretched my leg this way, stretched my leg that.

“Let’s take an x-ray,” so matter of fact.


“The bones are all right,” the x-ray declared.

“Let’s go simple with exercise fare.”

He gave me some exercises to strengthen my knee,

“Do these each and every day, then we will see.”


I did as prescribed, O wondrous effect!

Better and better did my knee get.

I can run again, I feel so good,

The whole body is better when the knee

Acts as it should.


The churches need strengthening, just like my knee.

We’re limping along, why can’t we see?

Spiritual exercises, the fare God prescribes,

Do each and every day, the Spirit delights.


Try them, you’ll see, O wondrous effect!

Closer to God, yes, closer we will get.

Look, I can run again the Christian race,

O Lord, help me daily to seek Thy face!

“The Weather is A-Changin’”

Written by Greg Cross


The weather is a-changin’

The trees in bloom in March!

The magnolia tree across the way,

Lit up like a pink torch.


The daffodils are out in force,

Their yellow heads a-laughin’.

The crocuses yellow, purple, white,

Have already spoken.


The fruit trees’ buds are swelling.

Some plum trees are in bloom.

The bees, they are a-buzzin’

Forsythias, yellow in glory, swoon.


People are out walking,

Shaking off the winter rust.

Children search for balls and gloves.

Springtime is here, they trust.


The farmer’s thoughts turn to the land.

Time to get in the fields.

Is it too soon, do you think;

Will a frost my labor steal?


Then, one night, quite unobserved

A cold, northern wind rushes past.

The temperature plunges, hopes do too.

The magnolias let out a gasp!


The daffodils no longer laugh.

Their heads cower in the cold.

Bees wish for a winter coat.

Springtime is on hold.


Life is like this, much I think.

We wish for springtime oasis.

Then, the winter winds rise up

And all our hope displaces.


The weather is a-changin’,

A warm front moving through,

Christ has come to thaw our hearts.

Our lives and hopes renew.


The weather is a-changin’.

Praise the never-changing Christ!

Will our lives bloom in His love?

Oh, how God’s Son does entice!




The weather is a-changin’.

Another cold wind pushes through.

No matter what the weather, Lord,

Help me abide in You.






































March 10, 1992

There Is A Time For Every Season

Written by Greg Cross


There is a time for every season

Ah, the seasons how they change

All the changes outside and inside

Inside my heart Someone’s the same.


He is the same yesterday and today

Today new mercy and grace I see

See my blessed Savior, my Lord

Lord of Lords, Kling of Kings is He.


He brings miraculous changes

Changes in their proper time

Time, a moment by moment trust

Trusting in Him.
How sublime.


Sublimely in His Holy Presence

Present with Him for all eternity

Eternally singing His praises

Praise Him, all glory be.


Being with Christ in every season

Season me with Your wondrous love

Loving, living, reflecting Christ

Christlike fruit born from above.
















































May 30, 1996

“Time Rushes On”

Written by Greg Cross


Time rushes on like chocolate chip cookies

Set before a hungry, waiting child.

The aroma lingers and a remembrance

Of his chocolate-lipped smile.


Time rushes on, going too fast,

Graduations, wedding, anniversaries, and such.

We can’t we freeze, make it last?

There just never seems enough!


Time rushes on, such good intent

To reach out and share the Lord.

But busy schedules keep us disheveled.

‘This’ and ‘that’ we can’t ignore.


Time rushes on, faster each year,

Twenty, thirty, forty, so on.

Then at fifty, we stand back,

“Where has the time gone?”


Time rushes on to meet eternity.

Yes, time, it has a goal.

Hear time whisper, all so softly,

“Tell me, how is your soul?”


When time runs out, the rushing over,

The clock almost unwound,

Time kisses eternity, time’s true bride,

In the Lord will you be found?
















































August 3, 1994

“Touch Me, O Lord!”

Written by Greg Cross


In the dentist’s office the other day

Yes, not the most pleasant place to go

My wife getting her teeth cleaned and checked

Daniel and I in the waiting room reposed.


As Daniel checked the waiting room art

A little lamp caught his eyes

Daniel went over and touched the lamp,

Oh boy what a great surprise!


He touched it once, the lamp came on

Once more, the lamp did brighten

Again, you think Dan would give up?

The glow of the lamp brightened.


Daniel repeated this over and over again,

Off, on again, brighter and brighter,


This lamp held his fascination,

He the touch-lamps little lighter.


The Holy Spirit spoke to me

We are like that touch lamp you know

Until God touches us in Jesus Christ

All is darkness, there is no warm glow.


The Light of the world, Jesus Christ

His finger poised, to touch, give light,

Turn from your sin and self to Him

Your heart transformed in Christ, burn bright.


Touch me, O Lord, turn me on

O what infinite love, mercy, and grace!

Touch me again, and again, and again,

May I shine brightly for Thee, my Praise!




































Daniel was probably 4 or 5 at this time.

“Who Is On The Throne?”

Written by Greg Cross


God sent Moses down to Egypt

The Israelites to set free.

“Let my people go, he said to Pharaoh,

“I want them to come and worship Me.”


“Let them go! You’re kidding!”

Pharaoh royally did cry.

“Who is this God anyway?

Your request I do deny.”


“So they want to worship their God.

This I will have to fix.

Go and gather straw and stubble,

And keep makin’ all them bricks.”


The taskmasters cracked the whip.

Busy, all so busy, busier than bees;

The Israelites bent under the lash.

To Pharaoh they did plead.



“Lazy! You’re so lazy,” he said,

“Good labor is so hard to find.

Get to work. Make them bricks.

You’re wastin’ too much time!”


Times haven’t changed all that much.

Taskmasters drive us still.

Busy, busy, all so busy,

Too busy to do God’s will.


Our busyness takesmany forms…

School, work, clubs and such,

Add this, add that, and other things,

There just never seems enough…


Time to spend worshipping God.

Times seeking the Father’s will.

We are busy, all so busy,

Life becomes a bitter pill.