Blind Barnamais stood by the wayside begging
he cried out to Jesus for he knew the chance he was taking
the crowd said be quiet don’t bother him now
but the more they pressed him, the louder he’d shout
thou son of David have mercy on me, and today I believe he can see

he is more than enough to make the blind man to see
more than enough, to guide you and me
He is more than enough to turn the water into wine
he’s more than enough he feeds a family like mine
he’s more than enough to heal all decease
more than enough to wash the sin out of me
if he can raise up the dead and give new life
then Jesus is more than enough

He said to the Lord, my daughter is dying at home
then another man said, she’s dead, leave the master alone
when he heard what was said his heart was greived
he said be not afraid but only believe
then he spoke to that child, I say unto thee
arise and she came alive

I wondered far, from the fold where I was safe.
It wasn’t long, ’till I found I’d found I lost my way.
I cried with fear, as the night began to fall.
One more lost lamb, but I heard the Shepherd’s call.
He saw my steps as they walked right into the dark.
Though I went astray, I never once left his heart.
That night long ago, how I still recall.
When I lost my way, I heard the Shepherd’s call.
He left the fold, to search out that one that strayed.
Left 99 for there was one to be saved.
There on that ledge one step would have ended it all.
But I felt the hand, and I heard the Shepherd’s call.
He saw my steps as they walked right into the dark.
I went astray, I never once left his heart.
That night long ago, how I still recall.
When I lost my way, then I heard the Shepherd’s Call.
That night long ago, How I still recall, when I lost my way I heard the Shepherd’s call.

They say that heaven’s pretty
And living here is too
But if they said that I
would have to choose between the two
I’d go home, going home, where I belong

And one day I’ll be sleeping,
When death knocks on my door
And I’ll awake and find that
I’m not homesick anymore
I’ll be home, going home, where I belong

While I’m here I’ll serve him gladly
And sing him all my songs
I’m here, but not for long
And when I’m feeling lonely
And when I’m feeling blue
It’s such a joy to know that
I am only passing through

I’m headed home, going home, where I belong

Lord I don’t want to do one thing on my own
Put me where you want me Lord where I belong
Give me the strength Lord to do thy perfect will
And when I’m in the lowest valley I can climb the highest hill

Lord I want to be what you want me to be
Lord I want to do the things you want me to do
Lord I want to stay in the center of thy will
When I’m in the lowest valley I can climb the highest hill

This world gets more wicked every day
People’s hearts have grown cold, forgotten how to pray

But if I live to be a hundred I’ll keep holding to your hand
Until you come and take me home to that promised land

Out on the water, the storm raging high, the waters around them, troubled their mind,
With fear in their heart, they thought they might die, they failed to remember, the master was nigh.

He spoke the word; the winds all stood still, even the waters, obeyed his will.
He’ll calmed their storms, just like he will mine, If i’ll just remember, he lives deep inside.

Why should i worry, why should i fear, that very same Jesus, he stays always near.
He lives in my heart, he hears when i cry; I’ll call on the master till the storm passes by.

I read in the bible, how he walked with them, brought light to the darkness, when the way grew dim,
How Great it would be, to have his step leading mine, to walk with the master, all of the time.

But then trouble came, death was so nigh, they searched for the master, hoping he’d get there on time.
So when i’m in trouble, my bodies in pain, All i have to do, is call on his name.

Abraham, prayed for the day
God would give him a son
Blessed Isaac was name
The greatest gift he’d ever known
Then came the day
Who would have dreamed
God would say you got to give him back to me
And on this mountain you must prove
That it’s you and Isaac
Or it’s me and you
When I lay my Isaac down
With a broken heart
But my Father’s proud
On this altar where he lay
Just to find it wasn’t him he wanted me
Most of us I’d dare to say
With an Isaac in God’s way
On this Altar you can prove
It’s not your Isaac that God wants
He wants you.
When I lay my Isaac down
With a Broken heart but my Fathers proud
On this altar where he lays
Just to find it wasn’t him God wanted me

Derived from Jonah 1-4 – hope you enjoy this message of encouragement!