Jesus Is My Rock

I have a rock to lean on,

Safe and secure. 

One that never moves away,

But is steady and sure.

I can sit there as waves crash before me.

I can talk to Him because most people ignore me.

I can come to Him and confide.

I can run to Him and hide.

No matter the storm,

No matter the sea.

No matter if I am dry or drowning,

He is there for me, and crowning...

My weary head with His light.

He lifts it high, to look in His eye.

Why should I fear or worry,

Whose child am I?

He is the rock that is higher,

The flame in His eye, sets me on fire.

I am my beloved's, He is mine.

Rest on the rock of ages, I know it turns out fine.

Rebecca Jones

Streets of Gold

To walk on streets of gold,

Lit by the glory of God.

To walks the footsteps of the Lord,
Where angels also trod.

To feel the cool street,

Beneath my feet.

And with my robe, shining bright,

Standing before a throne of white.

I'll knee in haste,

Not a second to waste.

Blessing the King, a praise to sing........

O, taste and see He is good, and He would,

Do all these things for me.

Unworthy was I, but He chose to die.

Why? He loves me,

And wanted me to be free.

Walk with me Jesus,

Upon your golden street.

When I have walked so weary before you,

Now just let me rest at your feet.

Rebecca Jones

When Jesus Kissed My Heart

When Jesus kissed my heart,

I felt His warm embrace.

My cheeks began to blush,

A smile, a tear, was on my my face.

When Jesus kissed my heart,

All my fear was gone.

I knew love was with me,

I was never alone.

When Jesus kissed my heart,

It melted into His grace.

For I had a perfect Lord.

Who prepared for me a perfect place.

When Jesus kissed my heart.
I was amazed at what He'd done.

I was a child of God,

An heir, with His beloved Son.

When Jesus kissed my heart,
His love for me, was forever, divine.

It will never miss a beat, know defeat,

For His love is perfect, and is forever mine.

Rebecca Jones

The Butterfly Artist

If I could paint with soul,
A piece of sky so bright.
I would put in lots of butterflies,
And put them into flight.

Off into the glowing rays of sun,
They would flit and flutter,
And one by one, floating toward the light.
Shimmering into silky white.

They'd dance all around me,
As if enjoying their day.
And sing a silent chorus,
Performing a ballet.

I'd set them in motion.
And send them high.
Like tiny little angels,
Winging toward the sky.

If I were an artist,
A butterfly artist I would be.
Giving God butterflies to enjoy,
Just as He has given them to me.

Rebecca Jones

Autumn

Autumn is upon us,

As leaves rearrange landscapes, 

And change mountain escapes, 

Into autumnal colors.

Reds, crimson, rust and gold.

God's handiwork to behold.

Bright and bold, beauty unfold.

Fall or autumn, crisp not cold.

And oh, the beautiful rainbow of colors,

God must have looked down and smiled.

And maybe, even laughed at purples,

Autumn has gone plum wild! 

Rebecca Jones

Love Note

I write you a line or two,

Just so you will hear,

The words from my heart,

As I hold you near.

You may be close by or a far away,

But your angel is beside me as I pray.

Read my note, and you will hear,

God whispering, I love you, in your ear.

Rebecca Jones

Angel For You

A little angel, to guide you, 
And  protect you as you start your day. 
Heaven sent! I know where she went.
Because you know I always pray.

So have a good morning,
Pleasant afternoon,
And an O, Holy Night.
Angels watching, it'll be alright.

Rebecca Jones

Angels Breathe

Angels breathe a sigh upon the wind,
Remember words of kindness.....
Keep secrets, but may inspire a word or two,
Whisper them to a friend.

Angels breathe upon the sunshine,
As golden as God's love is warm.
Keep a lantern near me,
Weave upon my pen the phrase to form.

Angels breathe His peace,
Upon a weary soul.
And angels sing His praise and joy.
I need them to be whole.

Angels breathe upon my day.
God's amazing grace.
Walk beside me on my way, 
Until I can behold His loving face.

I will see angels breathe and sigh,
When I praise my loving Lord,
And thank Him for sending them.
As I look Him in the eye.

Rebecca Jones  
                                            

Angel of White

                                                   

Angel of white,

So pristine and pure.

Lovely lady kneeling in worship,

Delicate and demure.

Lovely and elegant,

Yet powerful and strong.

Lively and excellent,

She worships solemnly in song.

She gives Him praise,

Knowing it is God, alone.

Who gathers saints and angels,

Singing round the throne.

She praises night and day.

And watches day and night.

The radiance of her gaze, holiest praise.

Illuminating the starlight.

Her brilliance is as the sun,

Reflecting God's love and light.

Worship Him, along with her,

The angel of white.

Rebecca Jones

Gentle Spirit

Gentle spirit with fairest face,
Holding the dove in gentle embrace.
Let it fly to earth, to appear, 
Upon a beloved one so dear.
For God has let it descend upon the earth,
Giving a woman special tenderness and worth.
Bringing joy from Jesus,
Her savior upon high...
Let it go gentle spirit...
Let if fly!

Rebecca Jones

Angel Fair

Angel fair, with sweet bouquet,

Did you pick all those for me today?
Thank you for the gift,

Thank you for the rose.

Thanks be unto Him,

For everything that grows.

The earth is His garden,

Filled with many blooms,

And in heaven with many rooms,

There are more than I could ever hope to see.

His angel fair has planted a garden there.

Sown it just for me.

Rebecca Jones

We Should Rest

Why should we rest?

Why get more sleep?

To be blessed,

His promises, He does keep.

Why should we rest?

Or even care?

Because God does,

And He is always there.

Why should we rest?

Because, beloved are we.

God is awake, 

There's nothing He can't see.

Why should we rest?

Why stay awake and worry?

God is close by,

He doesn't have to hurry.

Why should we rest?

Surely we should pick up the pace.

No beloved, God says relax.

Rest in His amazing grace.

Rebecca Jones

He is our Peace

He gave us the dove, 

He handed us His love.

With nails that pierced His wrist.

We are Holy Spirit kissed.

And sealed forever in His embrace.

All because He chose to take our place.

He wants all to be Spirit filled,

And it is by stripes, rather, wounds, we are healed.

He gave us His Son,

The most precious gift God gave.

It should first in our hearts,

And determine how we behave.

He loves us,

His Spirit is upon us, in us.

He is love everlasting,

If God is for us, who is against us?

From the cross, 

He gave us His forever love.

So let's receive from Jesus,

Walking in pure white, like the dove.

Rebecca Jones

A Prayer For Napping

Angels watch me as I nap.
My head I rest upon your lap.
Angel wings around me folding,
But it's Jesus hand I am holding.

( I made this short if you'd like to teach it to a child, I hope it's a blessing to parents. )

Release the Dove of Peace

Release the dove of peace,

Give Him wings to fly.

Let Him fill the drift, the rift,

With the pure lift of grace to the sky.

I may not understand all,

But Lord I know you do.

You see things I don't see.

And you see me through.

Release your Spirit Lord,

Let Him descend on me,

If I am to be like you Lord,

Your love must set me free.

I can not abandon your call to me,

Just like you could not remain on a throne.

You came to suffer so I'd be free,

You gave up all of it, so I'd never be alone.

Release the dove of peace,

Give Him wings to fly.

Let Him heal me, fill me.

Soaring grace to the sky.

Rebecca Jones

Blooming Bride

The Lord is coming soon,

For His beautiful bride.

The church should be without spot.

 Or blemish from the inside. 

He wants us to be faithful,

Loving and true.

We want to be like Jesus,

More and more, we do.

It is His image in which we are made,

It should be in His Word we have stayed.

He turns the sun's harshness into shade.

And it is in His name we have prayed.

Like a rose,

We bloom from inside.

The blushing and beautiful,

Blooming and blossoming bride.

We may be but a single bud,

Yet, we're about to bloom.

Step aside, my angels.

In my Father's house is room.

Rebecca Jones

Evening Prayer

My evening prayer,

Is prayed in quiet.

Sometimes, I sing it.

Sometimes, I sigh it.

Lord, you are more than the world to me.

I pray my evening praise.

And sing with the joy of His love,

Of His tender, loving ways.

I can read a verse alone,

I can share it in the phone.

I can write it in my heart so deep.

A remembered promise He will keep.

I can make a note or two,

So I'll be reminded.

So I can see it in an instant, 

When fear would have me blinded.

My evening prayer,

Like a kiss good night.

When God is near,

It will always be alright.

Rebecca Jones

What Do Angels Do?

I like to think that angels,

Paint the portrait of the sky each day.

They brush the blues together,

Feathering in a wispy cloud or two along the way.

They hang the stars out at night,

Tossing a dark blanket east to west.

Making sure the children are asleep,

Every sparrow in her nest.

They open up the flowers,

And send kites way up high.

Buzz with busy bees,

As they fly.

They crack duckling shells,

Sweeten each rose that smells.
They gather flocks together,

Get them out of the weather.

Geese, sheep and more,

Covering them with wings that soar.

They even get us a shorter line,

Or parking spot at the store.

Yes, angels do many things everyday.

And they are guardians to us too,

Charged by God,

Overseeing all we do.

Rebecca Jones

Little One

He calls me little one,

I am His beloved child.

The day I was born,

God looked down and smiled.

There she is!

That's my girl!

He sang and danced,

Welcomed me to the world.

He was gentle,

He was kind.

His thoughts for me,

Always in His mind.

He made plans for me.

I didn't always understand or obey.

But He loved me all the more,

And is the Father I adore, to whom I pray.

He is always with me and I know His name.

Jesus bore it all for me, even my shame.

I should have known His promises He kept,

For He knelt in a garden and bitterly wept.

And love me so, keeping me,

As I sleep, studying Jesus, love so deep.

I am so encompassed by Him.

I know His promises, He kept them.

I am His child, always growing,

In the Son,

We know each other, He calls my name.

And He calls me little one.

Rebecca Jones

painting / Little One by J. Bryant Ward 

Healing Touch

What a feeling to see Jesus,

What a healing to see Jesus. He loves me so. 

The tenderness in His touch. 

Never has anyone ever, loved me so much.

What way to display His amazing grace,

That God made Jesus, and glorified His face.

What an amazing sight to see, to be, blind.

And Jesus standing before me.

What a wonder to be under demonic control.

And sitting with a sound mind, completely whole.

What a day to lie and to crawl, 

And leap for joy before them all.

What a moment to be bleeding,

And needing to press through them.

To be in fright and pure delight,

Touching only the hem.

Sorrow, turned to joy instead,

Living, alive, raised from the dead. 

Yes, it is Jesus, He has the healing touch.

I'm so glad He came, call His name.

I love Him so very much.

Rebecca Jones

Angel On My Shoulder

What do I see as I see the flight?

Fluttering little wings,

And a heart that sings, 

And dances with delight.

What do I see when you flutter past?

The first time, I saw you,

You flutterby a butterfly.

I see your heart at last.

What did I see when I was young?

I did not realize,

The beauty of your being there.

An angel in disguise.

What did I see when I cried?

With teary blue eyes,

I was so young,

You were so wise.

What do I know now?

I didn't know when I was young.

I know now I am older.

You fluttered by, an angel on my shoulder.

Rebecca Jones

Pray A Prayer

Pray a prayer in the morning,

Pray a prayer at night,

Pray anytime night or day,

To make everything alright.

God made us a way,

And redeemed us through prayer.

Jesus took the punishment,

We were supposed to bare.

He hung upon a cross, oh, the loss.

You can not imagine the cruel pain.

His torture and shame, our gain,

He will answer prayer, ask in His name.

Be bold before the throne,

God grant your hear't desire.

May He lift you with His Spirit,

Setting your soul on fire.

He accepted you as His own,

And listens when you pray.

You are not demanding, but reminding.
And God will make a way.

Rebecca Jones

Speaking Life

Speaking life is not the natural thing we do,

It is what we learn in Christ.

To taste and see and consider,

The words we say, swallow or chew.

It is not the natural thing, 

We digest what we swallow.

We can actually bring, bitterness to the soul, 

By what we allow or follow.

Words taste bad,

If said and anger or haste.

Words are God's gift.

A vocabulary is a too precious to waste.

Words of love, 

Heal what is broken.

Words of hate, sour, spoil.

Forgiveness, apologies, unspoken.

Words from God,

Created the universe.

Words are powerful, use them wisely.

For either, they bless or curse.

Rebecca Jones

Sweet Prince of Peace

Sweet Prince of Peace,

Joy of amazing grace.

Let me see your love.

The beauty of your face.

It was a face that was marred,

Beaten crucified, for me.

It was your hands that were scarred,

To set me free.

Sweet Prince of Peace,

I taste and see the Lord so good.

Growing in your love,

Becoming what I should.

Dear Jesus, sweet and kind,

If I have favor, 

Help my behavior,

By the renewing of my mind.

Help me, sweet Prince of Peace,

To ever seek you day in night. 

I long to walk before you, and adore you,

Wearing a robe of white.

Rebecca Jones

I Hear My Father's Voice

I hear my Father's voice,

He calls me His beloved Son.

I only do and say what He says.

The Father and I are one.

He opened the heavens,

And rolled up the sky.

And turned His face from me.

When I came to die.

It pleased Him to bruise me.

It pleased Him to use me.

To redeem His creation,

Not to bring condemnation.

He rent the veil from top to bottom,

And the earth began to shake.

He raised me as He promised,

A covenant of love, He will not break.

It is not about you, what you have done.

It about grace and truth setting you free.

It was not upon your head or back.

He put it all on me.

Rebecca Jones

Each Day Is A Gify

Each day is a gift, 

Never take it for granted.

One day soon the seeds you've sown,

Will blossom and bloom where you planted.

You may not see roses,

Only a thorn.

But you will see one day,

A bud being born.

You might not see,

Even a stem.

But God's Word grows,

When you plant them.

You may have to water, 

You may have to wait.

Some flowers bloom early.

And some may seem very late.

Each day is a gift,

God's timing is perfect, not late.

And He so good and great.

Rest in love, pray, plant and wait!

Rebecca Jones

Love Bug

Love bug, hug bug,

I am in love with Jesus.

When your day is hard,

You need a Jesus hug.

We all need Him to love us,

To walk in His care,

To keep us in His mercy,

To whisper a prayer.

I love love stories,

There is no other one so true.

So take His hug, from this love bug.

And smile, Jesus loves you.

Rebecca Jones