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Born To Serve Written by De Dorman Tracing each step You've walked with me back to my childhood days. I see Your gentle nail scarred hands leading me through this haze. I feel Your tender guidance with love more than I deserve and bow my head in reverence when I see.. I was born to serve. Born to serve a Master Whose face I've yet to see. Born to serve a Master Who ever cares for me. Born to serve a Master Who is gentle, kind and true. Born to serve The Master. Lord, make me more like You. Though days be hard and nights be long, You're always there for me. And no matter where this pathway leads In You there's victory! So I'll cast my care upon You and marvel as I see that The One who created the stars in the sky has a wonderful plan for me for I was born to serve. Born to serve a Master Whose face I've yet to see. Born to serve a Master Who ever cares for me. Born to serve a Master Who is gentle, kind and true. Born to serve You, Master. Please make me more like You.	I'll Follow On Written by De Dorman Silence the noise of this storm, Dear Lord so that Your whisper I may hear. Settle my heart in the midst of this trial as You wipe away each tear. Then softly Your voice, like grace on the wind, speaks peace to my troubled soul. "My child, I'm here, don't be afraid. I promise, I won't let go." So I'll rest in Your grace and hold to Your hand as You strengthen my fearful heart. It's enough now, I know. Your promise is true. You're with me, You'll never depart. I'll follow on.

It's OK Written by De Dorman I'm not ok, but it's ok 'cause Jesus loves me anyway! He sees on down the road a ways, to mended hearts and sunny days. And as I lean upon His arm, He gently guides and shields from harm. One day soon I'll hear Him say, "Come home, My child, it's all ok." I'm not ok, but it's ok 'cause Jesus loves me anyway!	Let Me Grieve Written by De Dorman Please let me grieve for my loved one, for the void they left is deep. The memories of time spent together are treasure I long to keep. How I need to grieve for my loved one. Can I tell you how special they were? Just listening with grace as tears cover my face will help my wound to cure. And as I grieve for my loved one, I look to my Savior's pain, as He hung on the tree for you and for me, our eternal life to gain. The grief I feel for my loved one is lessened when I can view the Heavenly home that He has prepared for me and my dear loved one, too.

Looking Unto Jesus When this old world is shaken, and life seems out of hand; When fear and dread are everywhere and violence fills our land, My heart goes back to that wonderful day When He came and gave me peace. He heard my cries from deep inside; He saw what I could be. So I'm looking unto Jesus; The Savior of my soul. Looking unto Jesus; The One who made me whole. Looking unto Jesus to love the lost through me, I'm looking unto Jesus Who set this captive free. As I rejoice in the comforting thought that my sins are all forgiven; He gently reminds me that there are others who desire a home in Heaven. So I'll run this race with my eyes on Him, The Lover of my soul; and offer this peace to those around who are yearning to be made whole. Hebrews 12:2 Written by De Dorman 2004	Victory is Near Written by De Dorman I sense at times a cheering crowd gathering along my way. "Keep it up, don't quit now!" are the words I hear them say. I gaze around hoping to see the faces of those who are cheering for me. They go unseen but still they cheer, "Stay focused, keep going..the finish line is near!" I cross that line with a sweating brow and sense their excitement as I take my bow. Thank You, Lord, for Your cheering team who helped me on to victory! May I, too, be a voice that echoes with cheer, "Stay focused, my brother, the finish line is near!"

Something's Missing Written by De Dorman July 2004 Jonah was a Jewish man, very religious indeed! "Go to Nineveh," was God's call.. "Those Gentiles need to be freed." But Jonah said, "Me...go there... among the dirty lost? I'll go to Tarshish; I'll pay the fare, I'll not worry about the cost!" So he bought his ticket, he paid the fare. but Jonah didn't know there was a storm in the air! With the storm fast approaching and the crew full of fear. The waves became higher as they threw out their gear. "I'm the reason this storm has come." Jonah finally confessed. Just toss me over into the sea and you'll quickly get you're rest." Jonah must have been thinking "I'd rather die at sea than go preach in Nineveh and hear them laugh at me!" But God had a plan, He knew just what it would take to get Jonah's attention and his own will forsake. The obedient fish was waiting; and he knew to do right. when swallowing the castaway, he did it without a bite! Three days and three nights Jonah repented and cried. in the belly of the fish his prayer was not denied. Once again the fish obeyed and vomited the man out. when God's word came the second time, Jonah obeyed with a shout! But something was missing, can you see what it was? He preached, he cried. But did he do it with love? "OK, I preached to them," he said as he watched from the hill. "Now, how much longer must I wait before I see the kill? God's mercy extends to all who repent and cling to the blood of the cross. Calvary's love is what we need to reach out and rescue the lost. Luke 9:55 and 56 I Corinthians 13:1-13	The Grace To Sing Written by De Dorman 2004 Give me grace to sing in the midst of the storm; When the thundering comes may my voice sing on. Give me grace to sing When enemies oppress. Though weary and worn may my song be blessed. Give me grace to sing when friends forsake. May You be lifted high as Your comfort I take. Give me grace to sing the song in my heart that came when You gave me a brand new start. Lord, how my heart thanks You for many fine things. But, especially now, I thank You for grace enough to sing.

Home Again You've heard her cry And seen her tears. She's tired and weary… Has been for years. The silent days She spends alone In a chair or a bed, Reminiscing of home. Her mind reaches back To a pleasant place; At home in her kitchen With loved ones to embrace. Then a comforting thought Like a gentle wind Whispers "It won't be long now 'til you'll be home again. But this home is different No goodbyes will be said. There will be no more tears And no need for a bed. Reservations were made Many years before; when she bowed her heart to Jesus And made Him her Lord. So she'll watch and wait And humbly rejoice That many years earlier She made Him her choice. No, this isn't home It's a stop along the way Home is where her heart is And there she plans to stay. Written by De Dorman February 2005	Out of His Reach? Written by De Dorman Out of His reach? No, never am I. He hears my each and every cry. Whether a shout or a whisper they be, He comes to my aid and rescues me. His outstretched wings hide me so well. And of His great deliverance I will soon be able to tell. Psalm 91:15 "He shall call upon Me, and I will answer him: I will be with him in trouble;" Written in Nigeria in March 2006.

Who Will Tell The Children? Who will tell the children, The news they need to hear? Who will reach out to them, throughout this coming year? Who will teach the children, to walk, hand in hand; With The One who wants to guide them according to His plan? Will you tell the children? A neighbor, a niece, a son? Answer His call and get in the race. We'll do it, one by one! De Dorman	The Voice of The Enemy Is not it only noise, My child? They cannot harm your soul. When the howling starts and the growls begin, to give you pain and woe, Shine on. When noise come forth from ravenous mouths, and gleaming eyes are fixed, I'll fight this battle as My own with grace and strength amidst. Shine on. The enemy's time is coming When his actions I will judge So now take heart and shine for Me in sincerity and love. Shine on.

Jackie's Prayer Written by De Dorman 2005 Dear Jesus, I heard the children crying in another land. The war has taken their daddies; now who will hold their hand? Their mommies sit in darkness, Your way they don't understand. Please, Jesus, Help the children who are crying in another land. Amen. Mark 10:16 "And He took them up in His arms, put His hands upon them, and blessed them."	Leticia Leticia, you have charmed me with your hospitality. Your friendly ways and pleasant days have meant so much to me. The beauty in your people, the simplicity of their way, Calls my heart so clearly as I rest awhile and pray. The beckoning call is ringing; "Pray and help where you can." The gospel is desperately needed, give them a helping hand. Leticia, may your children rise up and walk in The Light, As one by one, they meet God's Son and learn to fight the good fight. Leticia, may your beauty be in the good that you do and may I soon come back your way this wonderful beauty to view. Written by De Dorman 2006 in Leticia, Colombia.

The Unforgiving Spirit Written by De Dorman 2005 There's nothing so cruel as unforgiveness; Because the hatred it stirs is merciless; The vengeance it seeks is pitiless. The captive it holds is powerless. Love covers a multitude of sins.