Yesterday I fell down And I knew the sting of pain Dark clouds blocked the sunlight And my tears poured down like rain Yesterday was lonely And I held my pain alone I was just about to jump ship When today's sunlight shone Today my ears were opened And I heard the saviour calling He wiped the tears from my eyes Picked me up from where I'd fallen Today he called me and I followed And I knew that in my heart When tomorrow came he'd be there Rain or shine we'd never part Tomorrow I will walk down The path we build today Though the road ahead is clouded My saviour knows the Way His Word will be my lantern To guide each step I take Tomorrow He will be there When in the morn I wake Sometimes I hear the echoes Of the cries of yesterday But yesterday is gone now And I only have today I cannot change yesterday But two days I can affect I can shape a better tomorrow By following Him today. Kristine Kruszelnicki December 1999
(song) The whipped and beat you As they led you to Calvary Ripped the beard from your face And placed on your head a crown of thorns Then they nailed you up And then they stood and mocked you But you cried out: "Father forgive them, They know not what they do." (Chorus) How could you forgive them? They deserved no grace! They drove the nails into your hands And spit apon your face How could you forgive them? After all they'd done God, how could you let them crucify Your Holy Son For our sin There you hung half naked With your blood falling to the ground But not a hint of anger Could in your eyes of love be found Then you cried : "It is finished!" And you hung your head and died But then, just to finish you off They drove a spear into your side! (Chorus) You rose again The grave it could not hold you You conquered death And you blood has covered my debt of sin So I stand in wonder At the mercy that you give 'Cause the death you died on the cross You died so I might live (Chorus #2 :) How could you forgive me? I deserved no grace I drove the nails into your hands When you died in my place How could you forgive me After all I've done? God, how could you let them crucify Your Holy Son For my sin. Kristine Kruszelnicki September 1997
Alone in the junkyard of sin I did play So happy with nothing, I had my own way But as night turned to day, and as day became night The junk in my fingers was no longer so bright Still I looked all around me for some kind of toy For another small nothing to bring me some joy But my eyes lost all hope, as no joy could be found It wasn't long until I was somewhere else bound Alone on the highway of life I did go The junk ‘round my ankles made me move so slow I tried to let go but the chains held me tight As I wandered and struggled, and worried with fright As I wandered I saw so many just like me Eyes blinded by garbage, wandering endlessly I looked for assistance, but nobody came For around each soul's ankles: junk chains of the same Alone and confused, almost wanting to die Til I heard of the one who could make people fly One whose hands were so mighty that no chain could be Too thick for Him whom they said held the key Each step a burden, I struggled in vain Unable to carry the weight of my chain Alone and discouraged I fell to the ground Knowing I would never have the strength to walk on Alone in the darkness I lay on the ground Crying hot tears, wanting just to be found. Then I looked up and saw His hands stretched out for me I could not com to Him, so He had come to me He knelt as He took all the chains off of me I watched as He took them and bore them for me The power of the chains He destroyed with His hands Though He suffered to break them, the victory was grand I had nothing to say that could ever repay Or come close to the thanks that I owe since that day Now freed from the wight of the chains I did stand, Placed my hand into His big and powerful hand Even now as today I still struggle along, Sometimes wanting to play in the junkyard of wrong; I know that the Saviour still holds onto me He'll hold me and keep me through eternity And now on the highways I see everyday People walking in garbage, searching for the Way I cannot forget how I once was right there I must never ignore, yes I must always care The chains I once bore now ensnare me no more But there are many more whose ankles are getting sore. The Saviour is waiting, so until my dying day I'll walk life's road to point them the way. Kristine Kruszelnicki (C) 1996