Jewels From JudySaturday, May 17 2003
Who Will You Be? G D G D G Chorus C G D C Am C G C G D C G D G G D G D G Chorus G D G D G Chorus 2x © 5/17/1997 Written for my son Ryan's confirmation at FUMC of Lewisville, TX Thursday, May 15 2003
Bought and Paid For G C G D G C G D G CHORUS G C G I was bought and paid for by the blood of Christ D G C G D G G C G D G C G D G Chorus G C G D G C G D G G C G D C G D G
1 Co 6:20, John 8:10-11, Eph 1:7, Co 1:13-14, Rev 1:5, 5:9 1/11/98 Thank you Lord Jesus for getting me through the fire. I praise You. Your little flame, Judy Wednesday, May 14 2003
Jesus Loves Children A E A E A A E A E A D A E A D A E A A E A E A D A E A D E A A E A E A E A E hold A Copyright © 5/1997 by Judy Bauman Dear Daddy, Thank for the simplicity of this song. May it teach children how your love is so easy , and that they will be able to remember throughout their lives that Jesus loves them. Your girl, Judy 5/14/97 Wednesday, May 14 2003
Prisoner of Hope
A E A D A E A A E A D A E A A E A D A A E A A E A D A E A REPEAT 1ST VERSE Zac 9:12, Ro 8:20-25 15:13, Eph 1:18, 3:1, 4:1, Phil 1:1, Jo 10:10 Job & Psalms Copyright © 1997 by Judy Briggs Bauman Father, Thank you for the hope that passes all understanding. Jesus I hope to see you soon. Your hopeful daughter, Judy 5/14/97 Sunday, May 11 2003
Dear Loved Ones, There is something that happened last week that REALLY blessed me and I want to share it with you. As of late, I have really been going through a spiritual fire. As we know, that is when the 'fourth Man' shows up! Last week I had an errand to run to deliver something to a local church. As I drove I said, "Lord, I really need to talk to someone about this; I really do not know what to do." Just then I remembered the pastor of the church that I was heading to had been highly recommended the year before to me as an expert in family matters. He was trained through Campus Crusade for Christand does seminars all over the country. Anyway, I thought if I were to run into him I would speak to him, but as I came in he was driving out. I thought, 'Ok Lord. Maybe You have someone else in mind." However, as I started into the church he came driving back and pulled up right next to me! I spoke to him a bit and cut to the chase and told him what was troubling me. He spoke for a while but said, "Here is my 30 second advise for you." "You have to separate your goal from your desires." He didn't say, "Goals" he said, "Goal" Singular. He explained, "Your #1 goal is to glorify God in all you say and do, your desires are things you want to have happen. In other words it is your goal to glorify God, but it is your desire for your family to glorify God. You have to separate them. You cannot change others; you can only change yourself." This may sound simplistic, but I am here to tell you that one thing has really freed me up! (No smell of smoke here!) I began to confess, "Lord, may all I do, say, think and feel Glorify You!" (I added the think and feel because what we think affects our words and what we feel affects our actions.) I have to continually ask myself, "Does it (what I just said, did, thought or felt) glorify God?" It is amazing how I discovered many things do not. As these things are revealed in my life, I apologize to the Lord, accept His forgiveness and His help, and move on. I pray today you make this your GOAL: To "Glorify God in everything you do, say, think or feel." When you fail, as we all do, I pray you will also ask for forgiveness, accept it and His help and move forward! In His love and mercy (with you), Judy Saturday, May 03 2003
Pullin' Up Stakes G C G D G C G D G CHORUS C G C G 3RD VERSE (sad & blue/lonely too) C G D G G C G D G C G D G Chorus G C G D G C G D G copyright © 1995 by Judy Bauman 5/3/95 My Dear Lord, Thank for the gift of writing songs. Before I even knew you had called me to serve You in this way, I wrote this song. Thank you allowing me to serve you in such a joyous way. Your willing servant, Judy 6/20/97 Thursday, April 24 2003
Each Passing Day Oh Lord, I praise You with each passing day. My friends - some don't know you Help them find the way I've worked hard all my lifetime You stood by my side Oh Lord I praise You with each passing day Oh Lord I am humbled by Your presence with me I thank You and give You - Me everyday I have been delivered From chains that held me bound Oh Lord I am humbled by Your presence with me Oh Lord You comfort me each and every day No money or goodies Will take me away You proved that You loved me By dying for me Oh Lord You comfort me each and every day EVER'BODY Oh Lord, I praise You with each passing day. My friends - some don't know you Help them find the way I've worked hard all my lifetime You stood by my side Oh Lord I praise You with each passing day That's it hee hee Ps 23:4, 71:21, 107:10-20, Mat 11:25-30, 23:12, Lu 16:13, 22:28-32, Ro 5:6-8, 12:1, 15:16 Copyright © 1997 by Judy Bauman 4/24/97 Wednesday, April 23 2003
I Cried To The LORD I will tell of the kindness of the LORD The deeds for which He's to be praised In His love and mercy He redeemed me His love endures forever more Chorus I cried to the LORD in my troubles He saved me from my distress He sent forth His Word and He healed me Thank You LORD for Your unfailing love I sat in the darkness and the deepest gloom A prisoner laboring in chains For I had rebelled against God's Holy Word I stumbled but no one could help Chorus Just reach out your hand and He'll lift you Into His gracious heart you'll live Your troubles soon won't matter His joy He will give If you cry to the LORD in your troubles He'll save you from your distress He'll send forth His Word and He'll heal you Thank You LORD for Your unfailing love 3x Psalms 107:10-20, Matt 8:8 Copyright © 1997 by Judy Bauman Father, Thank you for healing me. Praise You my Lord Jesus!!! Your healed daughter, Judy 4/30/97 Wednesday, April 23 2003
Born Crucified Am E Am C E Chorus C G C E C G C E Am/C 4x Am E Am/C Am C E Chorus Am E Am C E Chorus Am E Am/C Am C E Chorus Judy Bauman © 1998 Thank You Father for the revelation of this song. Even as I read "The Christmas Cross" by Max Lucado and You let me know You were going to give me a song and You did. This is such a difficult song to sing, but it so tenderly and so accutrately tells this story - the story of Your great love for us. Thank You, Jesus! Love, Judy Saturday, April 19 2003
After volunteering to help with a cleanup project after the OKC bombing, something I saw seemed to compel me to tell its story. This is a short tribute I wrote to honor the men, woman and children who lost their lives in Oklahoma City on April 19, 1995. I pray it blesses you. Judy An Unlikely Monument The coffee pot is full. Its clock reads 9:02 a.m. It is a common sight as people all over the country start their day by brewing their favorite morning beverage. They fill the reservoir with water, carefully place the filter, add their favorite blend, and finally set the knob to brew. Within a few moments the machine begins to spurt and sputter and before long hot, steaming water flows through the finely ground, dark beans. Its rich aroma fills the air and stimulates the senses. An anticipated cup of coffee satisfies eagerly awaiting lips. To many these quiet, simple moments are cherished; it is a peaceful time to organize the day's priorities and decide how to conquer the day's work ahead. A second cup is poured and savored as was the first. Soon the coffee is forgotten. The busy day is in full swing. However, this pot of coffee is different. No one enjoys the first cup because on April 19, 1995, everything that surrounds it is shattered. A lethal explosion shook the very foundation of the small room where it sits in a busy YMCA facility. The YMCA is located diagonally across from the Alfred P. Murrahbuilding in downtown Oklahoma City, OK. Outside, emergency crews frantically help the terrified office workers search for one another. Hundreds within the bomb's grip are injured. 168 persons were not as fortunate. The rescue effort continues for many days. Three weeks after the bombing, YMCA staff members and one volunteer bravely face the ruins of the condemned YMCA building. Boarded windows conceal the sunlight. Illuminating beams from flashlights reveal what has transpired. Fallen ceiling tile, hanging light fixtures, shards of broken glass, fractured brick, and crumbled plaster are the undeniable state of this once thriving facility. Many of the solid wood doors leading into the offices are cracked in two and hang limply from their iron hinges. An entire brick wall has fallen on the newly remolded gym floor. The stale, musty, humid air weighs as heavy as the worker's stunned hearts. However, with heads held high, the task to retrieve equipment, records, and furniture is tackled with cheerful attitudes. Unfortunately, most of their personal belongings are lost in the catastrophe. The insignificant appliance is found standing motionless in a small, dark, demolished office. Somehow it has escaped destruction. Next to the moldy, fetid liquid lay a toppled wooden show case which once housed awards, trophies, childhood pictures, and other memorabilia. The keepsakes are strewn about and buried in the debris from the blast's concussion. Plaster that fell from the cinder block wall encompasses the unscathed coffee pot. Defiantly, this full pot of coffee stands amidst the ruins ~ like a monument. Suspended in time, on a seemingly average morning, the fragile carafe serves as an icon to remind us each to appreciate and embrace the simple joys of life. There is much to embrace. Will you see the simple blessings in your life and give thanks to God for them? Or, will you go about your every day eating, sleeping, working, and walking around life, and take such things for granted? The choice is yours. Copyright © 1995 All rights reserved |
