A Collection of Song by Bekka Joy

"You Alone"

I've come to serve and multiply Your Kingdom

All I have I give  unto Your throne

I've come to bow down and worship You my Father

I want to praise you and you alone.

"I Give You Everything"

Everyday for you I live

Everything to you I give

Through the troubles, toils, and strife

I give you my all, I give you my life.

"His Name is Jesus"

He made the earth in 7 days

He walked upon the roaring waves

Made the lame to walk once more

Helped the hungry, sick and poor.

Who is this man?

A little babe, born in a manger

Yet He came to save

Who is this man? Who Died on Calvary

His name is Jesus and He came to save you and me.

He made some water into wine

He healed the sick to feel just fine

Calmed the ocean with His words

Created dolphins, fish, and birds

(CHORUS)

Nursed a sick girl back to health

Cared not for status, rank, or weath

He fed 5000 with food for only five

He hung on a Cross, Bled and Died

But now He is alive!

"I touch the rims of heaven when I lift my hands in praise."  ~Bekka Joy

"I AM"

I wonder why some people reject God's perfect gift of grace

I hear waves crashing upon the shore

I see God's creation and ask how could people not believe

I want to serve God with all my heart

I am

I pretend many things, and hope they come true

I feel overwhelmed by the power of God's love

I touch the rims of heaven when I lift my hands in praise

I worry about those who have never before  heard the Gospel

I cry because not everyone I know will be in heaven someday

I am

I understand that during the hard times we should praise God the most

I say God loves all that He made, even me

I dream of owning an orphanage where small children can learn about God's love

I try to give God all the glory for the gifts He has given to me

I hope that I can make a difference in the world

I am Rebekka Joy Humphreys, servant of our Lord and Saviour. 

"Oh How Amazing"

You gave me life, you gave me breath

You gave me grace and faith

You gave me peace and mercy

You sent your son to die for me

To Set me Free

"You can either serve the world or you can serve the Word." ~Bekka Joy

"Always"

Children grow and seasons change

But I know One thing will remain

I will praise your name forever

You have loved me all my days

And I will worship you my father

For now and for always

Winter turns Spring comes again

But I know You have always been...so

CHORUS

"Psalm 40"

Tears fall down

Feel so hopeless now (harmony)

Tears fall down (harmony)

I just don't know how

I am gonna make it

Listen to this little prayer

Sitting here

Don't know what to do

Sitting here

Looking up at you

Waiting here for your answer

Listen to this little prayer

Listen to my cry

Hear Me O God

I'm falling on my knees

Hear me when I call

CHORUS TWICE

You've listened to my cry

You've heard me Oh God

You have healed my spirit now

Help me to be strong...in you.

"Why Are We Here?"

Why are we here?

Why have we come?

What is the purpose of our life?

He sent His Son to die on the Cross

Now we are here to show our love.

I've come to serve and multiply your kingdom  (Chords: B, D, F#, E)

All that I have I give unto your throne

I've come to bow down and worship you my father

I want to praise you I want to praise you and you alone

Why are we here and why have we come?

What is the purpose of our life?

Will you believe and come serve our King

By showing Him Your love?

CHORUS

"Isaiah 41:40"

Don't know who to turn to

My back's against a wall

Feel so meek and humble

I think I'm gonna fall

Got no one to listen

Have no friends in sight

The tunnel seems so deep and dark

I'm filled with doubts and fright

Only you will listen

Only you will care

Everyone will let me down

But you will still be there

I hear a voice from somewhere

It's telling me "Be still"

"I will never leave you for this is my Father's will"

CHORUS

At one time or another All have let me down

But you were always with me

And you always stuck around

CHORUS

"It's Only By God's Hand" (Based on 139:10)

When I look into the future

I see so many things

A roadway full of promise

A life of hopes and dreams

A sunset full of color

A rainbow in the sky

Tire swings and wedding rings

And now I want to fly

But I'm not Peter Pan

And I'm not Superman

How am I gonna get there?

It's only by God's hand.

When the time's get tough

And things don't seem so bright

Those Hopes and Dreams seem shattered

And nothing's Going Right

The night is deep and dark

The rainbow's gone away

Tire Swing is Broken

Husband doesn't want to stay

CHORUS

Who will be there in the night?

Who will be there in the rain?

How Am I going to make it, It's Only by God's Hand. 

BRIDGE: Reach out and take His hand

Hold on, He'll see you to the end

No matter what life brings

And no matter where you are

He'll hold on to you

And no matter where you are

He'll hold onto you

and take you in His arms.

"May I"

May the words on my lips and the prayer in my heart be an offering to You.

May I always stand in awe of You Father (of your ever-ending majesty)

And to you may I always be true

This is the prayer of my soul

And the longing of my heart

To worship and Honor You

In all I do, this I pray.

May your spirit fill me wholly

May Your Word be a balm to my soul

Cleanse me with your mercy

And make me forever your own.

December 18, 2007

Dear Journal,

I know it may seem kind of silly that I am writing in an outdated planner, but for me it is perfect for many reasons.  First of all, this is a calender that I never used because I had a more practical one that fit right into my purse.  But this one is pretty and it should be used for something; besides, by me using it I will not only help to save a few dollars from me not having to buy a new one but I may also save a tree as well.  Secondly, this calender-turned journal is the perfect size and set up just right with continuous lines for my writing.  The only problem with this "cross dresser agenda" is that it lies about the date.  No, this journal entry did not start on Jan. 1, 2007 and extend through the latter part of the month.  In fact, this calender is almost not even in the right year, seeing as we are nearing 2008! 

But even the fact that this calender or journal or whatever you want to call it does not portray the correct date is perfect because it proves my last reason that this new journal is just right.  You see, time is a funny thing.  Right now, I am sitting in my brother's insanely cluttered room, sipping a cup of tea that is only lukewarm at best, hearing the whiny voice of the man from the Simpsons (I thought we were not allowed to view that show!) filter up the stairs.  My nose is runny, my voice is not working properly because of a lingering sinus infection, and my face is probably a little blotchy because of a few escaped tears from my itchy eyes.  It is exactly 7:33 pm and I am waiting in dread and anticipation all at the same time.  Dread because my great-grandfather of 102 is probably not going to make it through the night; anticipation that they guy whom it seems I have liked for 102 years (although in reality only two and a half years) will call and offer some words of encouragement and perhaps even a promise of a visit when I go to Michigan for the funeral.  Dread because I am so scared that he doesn't care and he will not call or come for a visit; anticipation that my great-grandfather will get to spend Christmas in heaven where he wants to be with his friends and wife and with Jesus of course!  So, you see time is a funny thing.  It hardly even makes sense; it is almost never clean-cut like a fresh calender where all the dates follow the same pattern, and it certainly never happens when you are expecting it to.  So, this new journal is perfect because instead of being used to carefully pencil-in scheduled events on the appropriate dates, it is going to be covered in the sloppy penmanship of time and life; the life that is unexpected and unplanned for and beautiful and dreadful all at the same time.  This is my journal; this is the story of my life. 

December 18, 2007

Tonight seems like one of those nights that you want to be over with but yet you never want it to end.  I keep glancing at the clock and it is crawling and rushing all at the same time.  I can't even explain it because it doesn't make sense in my head, but I can tell you that tonight is going to be a beautiful, dreadful night.  Sometimes, life is just full of oxymorons...but then sometimes oxymorons are the only things that make any sense. 

December 18,2007

Why does laughter seem offensive when you feel as though you are about to cry?  Maybe it is that you feel that no one else should be happy when you are sad.  Perhaps it is because you are jealous of someone else's joy.  No matter the reason, laughter is just annoying when you wish to be left alone in the "depths of despair."  Oh well; perhaps the laughter from downstairs that indicates my mom is talking to her boyfriend will keep me in this depressing mood for a little while longer, a place I so secretly want to be. 

December 21, 2007

Father, please surround me with your unending love and let that love pour out and shine for others to see.  Surround me by people who love You so that together, we can love others towards Christ. 

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The next and final journal entry I wrote in this calender turned journal that I obviously did not use for quite sometime and don't intend on using again happened just a few months ago!  I am sad that I never continued the saga surrounding the death of my grandfather and the boy who I so desperatly wanted to be there at the time.  Looking back, I think that I was more concerned about the fact that Jordan took so long to call me than about the comfort of my family as my grandfather neared the end of his fruitful and faithful walk with the Lord here on earth.  I look back and see just how immature I was and how far the Lord has brought me since then.  Now I am happily married and living life to the fullest...the exciting moments and the ordinary dull task of every day life.  I have come to reallize through my earlier writings just how selfish and self-consumed we can often be!  As I realize more and more the depth of my sin, I realize more and more the greatness of God's grace!  Ok, so here goes...Last and final journal entry for my green suede planner turned journal before I toss it out! 

July 25, 2010

I am sitting in the back of my mom's car, crammed in like tuna in a tin between Noodle, Betsy, and Matthew (Matthew told me to draw hearts all around his name in my journal which I did and of course just for the record, my famous signiture flower is up in the upper left corner of the page...just so you get the visual effect).  We are taking Betsy back to Columbus where her parents will pick her up at the mall.  Tomorrow, Bethany is leaving for Kenya...for three whole years!  You know...it really is true when they say that life is a series of hellos and goodbyes.  I am so thankful that we were able to make it to Medina, but I feel as though we made it all the way out just to say goodbye to those we love.  But I must say that I would rather have come all this way to say goodbye rather than not having come at all. 

(Just a few notes:  We ended up getting free water cups from Subway without having purchased anything and sitting around talking at a big round table that reminded me of being at a dim sum place; boys and girls split up and looked at different shops; tried all the yummy hot tea samples at a tea store with beautiful tea kettles on display; danced in the emergency exit while Matthew tried to peer in and check me out (got caught by a guy walking out of the door as he was getting off from work...just a little embarrassed but it was funny all the same...what is a girl to do when Betsy wants so badly to see my hip hop routine from my dance class...hehe; great sex talk later that night with Bethie; Matthew walking in and we pretending like we were just casually talking about anything but sex; teary goodbyes; last morsels of Taco Bell (the Last Supper for Beth and Chris before leaving for Nairobi)...good times...bittersweet times! 

Life: A Song Written By Me for the Band Asunder

Woke up one morning, Asked myself Why?

Why do I do the things I do, Why do I even try?

Does anybody care or does everybody doubt?

Then I asked a question:What's life all about?

Live your life worthy of Christ and love Him in every way,

Walk in the beauty of the Lord; Trust Him and obey

So if you wake in the morning

Don't seem to know why,

Why do you do the things you do; Why do you even try?

Know that Someone cares and not everybody doubts

Then ask yourself this question: What's life all about

(CHORUS)

Triumverent  By Bekka Joy for the Band Asunder

Walkin down the street Lookin at my feet

Feeling Kind of shy; Don't know exactly why

Wanna Spread the Word to those who have not heard

Of God's love for them; He'll cleanse us from our sin

CHORUS: He sent His Son to die on the Cross.  He gave His life Don't you wanna be like Him?

Maryland Memories! (A Journal Entry from Family Vacation)

As we rounded the last curve of the high mountain the town houses we would be staying in came into view.  Tiny hills of red soil lined the blue and grey buildings that our 40 family members would be dwelling in for one week.  Chipmunks and rabbits scurried along the red hills.  The sun blazed down hard upon our necks as we gazed at the beauty of Maryland.  All the trees and flowers.

We waited and waited for the keys so we could see inside the townhouses.  We had no idea that they were this modern.  We thought or at least I thought that we were going to stay in little cabins and there would be nobody but our family.  That would have been neat because I love nature.  I was wrong.

Finally the keys arrived along with my Grandmother and Uncle John.  I rushed in ahead of everyone and ran up the three floors and up to the loft.  For the next couple of hours I greeted all the relatives that kept arriving like water rushing down a waterfall.  Not everyone would come tonight.

We went out that night for pizza.  It was delicious although we had to wait forever for it to arrive.  While we waited, we played all these fun puzzle games that Uncle David Reid had brought along.  That night we went to bed with the stars (that means we went to bed super late). 

The next day I was up with the sun, but when I moved my head to the right it hurt painfully.  I was in a panic.  I tried to work the kink out of my neck, but it hurt dreadfully.  I woke.....the end

Leave Me Alone!!! (A Short Story for P.O.P 12/10/1999)