I Can Go In

Words and music by Abigail Miller

They brought me to the temple, to where Jesus was;
They told Him all my sin and what I’d done.
According to the Law, I deserved to die,
I stood in judgment there before God’s Son.

His enemies demanded to see justice done.
He knelt and simply wrote upon the sand,
And when He stood to speak, I trembled in my soul.
And with these words He answered their demand.

“He that is without sin cast the first stone.”
Then one by one, I watched them walk away.
(He said), “I do not condemn thee, go and sin no more.”
And I have lived a new life since that day!

Chorus:
He did not cast a stone,
He did not lift His hand.
The justice of His love
Was all He would demand.
I deserved to die,
For all that I had done.
O, praise His name,
He did not cast a stone.

O, ever since the day my Savior set me free,
My life has been for Him and Him alone!
He was the only One without sin on that day,
But He chose not to cast a stone!

Words by Eleanor Allen Schroll; Music by Emily Oliverio; Used by permission

There’s a garden where Jesus is waiting,
There’s a place that is wondrously fair,
For it glows with the light of His presence.
’Tis the beautiful garden of prayer.

Chorus:
Oh, the beautiful garden, the garden of prayer!
Oh, the beautiful garden of prayer!
There my Savior awaits, and He opens the gates
To the beautiful garden of prayer.

There’s a garden where Jesus is waiting,
And I go with my burden and care,
Just to learn from His lips words of comfort
In the beautiful garden of prayer.

There’s a garden where Jesus is waiting,
And He bids you to come, meet Him there;
Just to bow and receive a new blessing
In the beautiful garden of prayer.

Chorus

(Oh, the beautiful garden of prayer.)

Words and music by Abigail Miller

Once I was bound in sin,
Without a light of hope within,
A prisoner of all that I despised.
Until one glorious day, when Jesus tore my bars away,
He lifted me, and opened up my eyes!
And He gave me His love, perfect rest from above,
And I’ll never want to be set free again.

Chorus:
(For now I’m) a prisoner, a prisoner of hope,
Bound by cords of love and chains of peace.
Jesus has made me free, His prisoner I’ll always be,
And from His bonds I’ll never seek release.
He gives to me new life I’d never known.
I’m willingly a prisoner of hope.

If you are bound in sin, without a light of hope within,
A prisoner of all that you despise,
Come to the cross today, let Jesus tear your bars away,
He’ll lift you up and open up your eyes,
Oh, He offers His love, perfect rest from above,
And you’ll never want to be set free again.

Chorus

(Come be) a prisoner, a prisoner of hope,
Bound by cords of love and chains of peace.
Jesus has made me free, His prisoner I’ll always be,
And from His bonds I’ll never seek release.
He gives to me new life I’d never known.
I’m willingly a prisoner of hope.

Oh, come and be a prisoner of hope.

Words and music by Abigail Miller

Many, many years ago God wrote the first love story,
When He made a perfect woman, for a perfect man.
And ever since that day He’s been working in His wondrous way,
To write new love stories like no other can.

He has looked upon your lives to bless with you with each other;
He has known from the beginning where the two of you belong.

Chorus:
He has made a good and perfect gift,
A gift that’s from above.
For there are few gifts more precious,
Than the gift of one true love.
We will lift our hearts in praise to Him;
To Him upon the throne.
All the glory for this love story,
Belongs to Him alone.

He has given you a pattern from the depths of His own heart,
For a perfect love that only two in Him can share.
For His love is ever true, and His mercies every day are new.
The riches of His grace are far beyond compare.
He will guide you every day, make you one with each other.
He will make your love story a beautiful love song.

Chorus

(Belongs to Him alone.)

Words and music by Abigail Miller

When America was founded, she was strong and pure and good,
And her leaders on their knees were not ashamed to call on God.
But our nation, in her pride, has turned her back upon the right,
And the clouds of evil threaten to turn glory into night.
Strong wickedness has crept in like a cold and bloody thief,
Those who know the Lord and do His word stand by in disbelief.
For the love of God and country, we must not cease for a day,
For the future of our children we must lift our hearts and pray…

Chorus:
Turn the tide, Lord, turn the tide,
Open wide the floodgates of Your power.
Stem the flood of wickedness;
Restore, revive, and bless.
Turn the tide.

God’s enemy is hard at work, undermining everywhere,
Breaking down foundations, twisting laws, and setting snares.
He would take away our freedom and replace it with despair,
And he laughs at those opposing him as if they were not there.
But God’s children cannot sit by, we must stand up and defend,
For the battle is not over ’til our King declares the end.
We must work and fight and meet him, not as those that beat the air,
For the greatest weapon in our hands is strong and fervent prayer.

Chorus

Though the waves of immorality may beat upon the shore,
And it seems that all ungodliness is knocking at our door,
We must never give up hope, we must not let them win the war,
We must plead with Him who has the pow’r to cleanse and to restore.
Restore! Lord, turn the tide,

Turn the tide,
Open wide the floodgates of Your power,
Stem the flood of wickedness,
Restore, revive, and bless,
Turn the tide.

Stem the flood of wickedness,
Restore, revive and bless,
Turn the tide!

Words by Travis Vick; Music and arrangement by Abigail Miller; Used by permission

The sun still rises in the East,
It sets still in the West,
But, we now are bowed down in grief,
For you’ve gone on to rest.

What music from God’s Hall heard you?
What bade you leave the womb?
And slip up through the starry blue,
By the path of your own tomb?

‘Twas not the reapers cruel scythe,
No claw on Death’s grim hand,
But a call to God, to peace, to life,
A voice across the strand.
Through heaven’s gate you dance with mirth,
And through a glowing hall,
On splendor never seen on earth,
You gazed in joy and awe.

Chorus:
And there you heard the Angels harps,
And there the Saints did sing,
And there above all sparkling stars,
You knelt before the King.

And there the glad hosannas rang,
Rejoicing ’round the throne,
Loud songs of praise the Cherubs sang,
For a child of God come home.

The sun still rises in the East,
It sets still in the West,
But you’ve gone on to heaven’s feast,
To live with God at rest.

Although we’re left to weep a day,
And mourn in this world of men,
Heaven rings with your shouts of play,
And we shall meet again.

Chorus

(And there we’ll hear the Angels harps,
And with the Saints we’ll sing,
And there above all sparkling stars,
We’ll kneel before the King.)

And there the glad hosannas ring,
Rejoicing ’round the throne,
Loud songs of praise the Cherubs sing,
For a child of God come home.

And there the glad hosannas ring,
Rejoicing ’round the throne,
Loud songs of praise the Cherubs sing,
For a child of God come home.

Our hearts are waiting for the day,
When we meet again at home.

Words Harriet W. R. Qua; Arranged and sung by Christiana and Abigail Miller

I am dwelling on the mountain,
Where the golden sunlight gleams
O’er a land whose wondrous beauty
Far exceeds my fondest dreams,
Where the air is pure, ethereal,
Laden with the breath of flowers,
They are blooming by the fountain,
’Neath the amaranthine bow’rs.

I can see far down the mountain,
Where I wandered weary years,
Often hindered in my journey,
By the ghosts of doubt and fears;
Broken vows and disappointments,
Thickly sprinkled all the way,
But the Spirit led, unerring,
To the land I hold today.

I am drinking at the fountain,
Where I ever would abide,
For I’ve tasted life’s pure river,
And my soul is satisfied;
There’s no thirsting for life’s pleasures,
Nor adorning rich and gay,
For I’ve found a richer treasure,
One that fadeth not away.

Chorus

Is not this the Land of Beulah?

Blessed, blessed land of light;
Where the flowers bloom forever,
And the sun is always bright.

Tell me not of heavy crosses,
Nor the burdens hard to bear,
For I’ve found this great salvation
Makes this burden light appear;
And I love to follow Jesus,
Gladly counting all but dross,
Worldly honors all forsaking,
For the glory of the cross.

Oh, the cross has wondrous glory!
Oft I’ve proved this to be true;
When I’m in the way so narrow,
I can see a pathway through;
And how sweetly Jesus whispers:
“Take the cross, thou need’st not fear,
For I’ve tried the way before thee,
And the glory lingers near.”

Chorus
Where the Flowers bloom forever,
And the sun is always bright.

Words and music by Abigail Miller

I’ve seen some trials,
I’ve shed some tears,
I’ve had some struggles,
And harbored some fears.
Yet, through the windy days,
The storms and the strife,
I’ve found just one way to hold on to life.

Chorus:
Never let go of the Lord,
Never lose hold of His word,
Never stop praying,
Never stop saying His Name,
Never let go.

I’ve seen a brother pull up on the shore,
Weary from battle, with storm after storm.
And if you ask him what kept him alive,
He’ll tell you there’s only one way to survive.

Chorus

Even in sunshine, when all skies are clear,
There is no telling what storms may be near.
So never stop praying,
Never stop saying His name.
Never let go. Never let go.

Words and music by Abigail Miller

In the heart of every mother is a place that God has made,
Where she can lay up precious treasures, of the kind that will not fade.
Precious memories of her children, gathered up mid daily cares,
And she kneels the Father, they’re the subject of her prayers.
For she sees them ever changing, and their eyes are filled with dreams,
And when she kneels their beds at night how close the future seems.

Chorus:
The vision of a mother’s heart,
Is to share with her children the love only Jesus can give.
The vision of a mother’s heart,
Is to see them all walking with God every day that they live.

Oh, a mother needs a vision, yes she needs to see beyond,
The daily round of household duties, for those days are swiftly gone.
All the years will seem like moments when she turns around to see,
And will the ways she has spent her time matter in eternity?

She must fill their days with laughter, she must fill their eyes with love,
She must fill their hearts and minds with the knowledge from above.

Chorus

(It is) the vision of a mother’s heart,
Is to share with her children the love only Jesus can give.
The vision of a mother’s heart,
Is to see them all walking with God every day that they live.
Is to see them all walking with God every day that they live

Words and music by Abigail Miller

Some may walk on mountains, and drink that mountain air,
But others are not suited to stay for long up there.
It seems I’ve seen more valleys lately, in my pilgrim way.
The sun is often hiding, and the clouds are often gray.

Chorus:
Oh, I’ve not seen the sunset from the mountaintop in years,
And I’ve not seen the stars shine from up where it’s bright and clear.
But I have never lost my faith in sunshine and in stars.
I know that mountaintop cannot be far.

So keep on climbin’, pilgrim, and don’t give way to fear.
In the mountain or the valley, the Lord is always near.
And He knows every step you take–He’ll never lose your way.
The path He puts your feet upon leads to the cloudless day!

Sometimes we see the journey, and so forget the end,
But if we keep on holding to the hand of God our friend,
One day the clouds will break apart, and suddenly we’ll see,
The mountaintop is right beneath our feet!

Chorus

I know that mountaintop cannot be far.

Words and music by Abigail Miller

He stood beside the gate of Heaven, waiting to go in,
And he wondered how this Holy Place could take a man like him.
With shouts of great rejoicing and with music then they came,
Of the angels standing by him he asked what could be their name?

“These are the company of prophets. The goodly fellowship of souls,”
“Who spake God’s Word with faith and boldness; who blessed the poor,
and made the wounded whole.”

“Oh,” he fell upon his knees, and cried, “I am not one of these.”

He waited ’til another band of shining ones drew nigh,
They entered into Heaven with a “Hallelujah” cry.
He asked again, “Who are these? Can you tell me whence they came?”
He seemed to see the answer in a burning tongue of flame.

“These are the company of martyrs, the mighty fellowship of Saints.”
“Who knew our Lord and walked beside Him.”
“Who ran the holy race and did not faint.”

“Oh,” he fell upon his knees, and cried, “I am not one of these.”

Then suddenly, a multitude was heard from far away.
Their voices rang with songs of joy like children at their play.
He saw Rahab, he saw David, Mary Magdalene and Paul,
And the thief who died by Jesus was the one who led them all.

“Who are these?!” he almost shouted at the angels.
“These are the sinners saved by grace!”
“The host of them who called upon the Savior;”
“Washed in Blood and justified by faith!”

And, Oh…he leaped up from his knees!
“Oh, I can go in with these!!!!”

“And I can go in, for my heart is free from sin.”
“I’ve been washed in the Blood, everlasting life to win.”
“I can rejoice, I can lift up my voice…I can sing…and I can go in.”

Oh, he thought there could be no hallelujahs and no cries,
For this lowly band of people by the world despised,
But as the scenes of heaven opened up before his eyes,
He saw the martyrs and the prophets, and the host of heaven rise,
And they sang, “I can go in. For my heart is free from sin.”
I’ve been washed in the blood, everlasting life to win,”
“I can rejoice, I can lift up my voice…I can sing…and I can go in.”
“I can go in.”
“I can rejoice, I can lift up my voice…I can sing…and I can go in.”
“I can go in.”