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4 DAYS LATE

The news came to Jesus, Please come fast


Lazarus is sick and without your help he
will not last
Mary and Martha watched their brother
die
They waited for Jesus, He did not come
And they wondered why.
The death watch was over, Buried four
days
Somebody said He'll soon be here, the
Lord's on His way
Martha ran to Him and then she cried
Lord if you had been here You could have
healed him
He'd still be alive
But You're four days late And all hope is
gone
Lord we don't understand why you've
waited so long
But His way is God's way Not yours or
mine
When He's four days late
He's still on time
Jesus said Martha show me the grave, But
she said Lord
You don't understand He's been there four
days
The grave stone was rolled back, Then
Jesus cried
Lazarus come forth then somebody said
He's alive, He's alive
But You're four days late And all hope
is gone
Lord we don't understand why you've
waited so long
But His way is God's way Not yours or
mine
When He's four days late
He's still on time

You may be fighting a battle of fear


You've cried to the Lord I need You now
But he has not appeared.
Friend don't be discouraged
Cause He's still the same
He'll soon be here He'll roll back the stone
And He'll call out your name
But You're four days late And all hope
is gone
Lord we don't understand why you've
waited so long
But His way is God's way Not yours or
mine
When He's four days late He's still on
time
LOVING GOD LOVING EACH
OTHER
Chorus:
Loving God, loving each other
making music with my friends
Loving God, loving each other
and the story never ends
Verse I
They pushed back from the table to listen
to His words
His secret plans before He had to go
It's not complicated; don't need a lot of
rules
This is all you need to know
Verse II
we tend to make it harder build steeples
out of stone
fill books with explanations of the way
but if we stop and listen and break a little
bread
we would hear the master say

FIBCT-FILOMENA 02/21/2016
PRELUDE
CHOIR : 4 DAYS LATE
CONGREGATIONAL SINGING
THE SOLID ROCK
MY SAVIOURS LOVE
MY FAITH HAS FOUND A
RESTING PLACE
SCRIPTURAL READING
OPENING PRAYER
CHOIR : LOVING GOD LOVING
EACH OTHER
SPECIAL NO.
MESSEGE
OFFERING PRAYER
CLOSING SONG
MY FAITH HAS FOUND A
RESTING PLACE
THE SOLID ROCK
My hope is built on nothing less
Than Jesus' blood and righteousness;
I dare not trust the sweetest frame,
But wholly lean on Jesus' name.
On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand;
All other ground is sinking sand.
When He shall come with trumpet sound,
Oh, may I then in Him be found,
Clothed in His righteousness alone,
Faultless to stand before the throne!
MY SAVIORS LOVE
I stand amazed in the presence
of Jesus, the Nazarene,
and wonder how he could love me,
a sinner, condemned, unclean.
How marvelous, how wonderful!
And my song shall ever be:
How marvelous, how wonderful
is my Saviors love for me!

When with the ransomed in glory


his face I at last shall see,
twill be my joy through the ages
to sing of his love for me.
MY FAITH HAS FOUND A RESTING
PLACE
My faith has found a resting place,
Not in device nor creed;
I trust the Ever-living One,
His wounds for me shall plead.
I need no other argument,
I need no other plea;
It is enough that Jesus died,
And that He died for me.
My heart is leaning on the Word,
The written Word of God,
Salvation by my Saviors name,
Salvation through His blood.
My great Physician heals the sick,
The lost He came to save;
For me His precious blood He shed,
For me His life He gave.

I CAN SEE THE HANDS


When I look at the moon and stars in the
sky
I can see the hand of the Father.
In the valley so deep and rivers so wide,
I can see the hand of the Father.
I can see the hand..... when I look
around me
I can hear the voice....blowing in the
wind
I can feel the mighty touch of the
Fathers love
Everywhere I go, everywhere I go
His presence surrounds me
I can see the hand,
I can hear the voice,
I can feel the touch of God.
In the music of birds and rustle of leaves
I can hear the voice of the Father
In the thundering rain and whispering
breeze,
I can hear the voice of the Father.
On a warm summer day when the suns
shining bright
I can feel the touch of the Father.
In the snow that falls on a cold winter
night,
I can feel the touch of the Father.
BORN AGAIN
Death was all around me
Day was fading fast
Sin had paid its wages
And life would soon be past
Then I saw the Saviour
Through a narrow gate
Calling 'Enter quickly
Before it is too late'
Now I am born again
Born through Calvary's blood

Now I'm born again


To God's kingdom above
Though I was once a child of death
Now I'm breathing Heaven's breath
Praise the Lord through His blood
I am born again
Dying in the shadows
Suffering in the night
I could hear Christ pleading
'Receive my gift of life'
In His hands were nail scars
Blood was flowing free
As I knelt before Him
His love flowed down on me
Now I am born again
Born through Calvary's blood
Now I'm born again
To God's kingdom above
Though I was once a child of death
Now I'm breathing Heaven's breath
Praise the Lord through His blood
I am born again
Though I was once a child of death
Now I'm breathing Heaven's breath
Praise the Lord through His blood
I am born again