Sunday, March 16th, 2025
10:00am
Raise Up The Crown
All hail the pow'r of Jesus' name
Let angels prostrate fall
Bring forth the royal diadem
And crown Him Lord of all
Bring forth the royal diadem
And crown Him Lord of all
Ye chosen seed of Israel's race
Ye ransomed from the fall
Hail Him who saves you by His grace
And crown Him Lord of all
Hail Him who saves you by His grace
And crown Him Lord of all
Raise up the crown rise on the praises
Rest on the brow of the King of the Ages
Raise up the crown rise on the praises
Rest on the brow of the King of the Ages
O that with yonder sacred throng
We at His feet may fall
We'll join the everlasting song
And crown Him Lord of all
We'll join the everlasting song
And crown Him Lord of all
We Fall Down
We fall down
We lay our crowns
At the feet of Jesus
The greatness of mercy and love
At the feet of Jesus
And we cry holy holy holy
And we cry holy holy holy
And we cry holy holy holy is the Lamb
Sharing
Luke 12:13–21
Someone in the crowd said to him,
“Teacher, tell my brother to divide the inheritance with me.”
Jesus replied,
“Man, who appointed me a judge or an arbiter between you?”
Then he said to them,
“Watch out! Be on your guard against all kinds of greed;
life does not consist in an abundance of possessions.”
And he told them this parable:
“The ground of a certain rich man yielded an abundant harvest.
He thought to himself,
‘What shall I do? I have no place to store my crops.’
“Then he said,
‘This is what I’ll do. I will tear down my barns and build bigger ones,
and there I will store my surplus grain. And I’ll say to myself,
“You have plenty of grain laid up for many years.
Take life easy; eat, drink and be merry.” ’
“But God said to him, ‘You fool!
This very night your life will be demanded from you.
Then who will get what you have prepared for yourself?’
“This is how it will be with whoever stores up things
for themselves but is not rich toward God.”
Take My Life And Let It Be
Take my life and let it be
Consecrated Lord to Thee
Take my hands and let them move
At the impulse of Thy love
At the impulse of Thy love
Take my feet and let them be
Swift and beautiful for Thee
Take my voice and let me sing
Always only for my King
Always only for my King
Take my lips and let them be
Filled with messages for Thee
Take my silver and my gold
Not a mite would I withhold
Not a mite would I withhold
Take my love my God I pour
At Thy feet its treasure store
Take myself and I will be
Ever only all for Thee
Ever only all for Thee
Grateful
This is the day that you have made
Whatever comes I won’t complain
For all my hope Is in your name
And now your joy awaits my praise
I give thanks for all you have done
And I will sing of your mercy and your love
Your love is unfailing Lord I am grateful
When I was down you brought me out
And set my feet on higher ground
So here I stand you are my God
Your faithfulness my solid rock
And as we lift our hands
The heavens open heavens open
So let our lives declare
The love our God has spoken over us
