Lydia At Philippi

He’s new to this district And found us in prayer All down by the river Our burdens to share. We women were needy We women were dry We women were hopeful That God would come by. And fresh from the harbour There came this strange man Who, serving one Jesus, Extolled a new Plan Where wrongs were forgiven Where mercy held sway Where lives were transported From night into Day. We clung to his message Like bees to the bloom And Glory, his Saviour Had plenty of room For more in His Household For women like us Who hungered for right things Who longed just to trust. And trust, my reaction His stories, His Cross His leaving the grave shrouds His rising, Death’s loss. I own now this Jesus Relinquish my heart Perhaps now my household Could  give Paul his start. For all Greece is needy And all Greece is lost I will serve this Gospel Whatever the cost. (Acts 16: 12-15)