Tuesday, August 22, 2017

I'll See Your Face - Re-posted

Though I am insignificant,
I know I’ll see Your face;
And, though I may be imperfect,
I’ll still receive your grace.
I’ll never make a difference
To all the human race
Or heal the wounds that mar the world,
Make it a better place.
Yet still You hold me lovingly
Within Your warm embrace,
For, it is not by my poor deeds
That I am granted grace,
But only through Your ceaseless love
That I will see Your face.

Monday, August 21, 2017

Blessings in Adversity - Re-posted

Dear Lord, this life can be so hard,
There’s no doubt that is true,
But You have blessed me with so much
And I give praise to You.
I have to work hard for each meal,
But I have food to eat,
And I cut corners now and then
To make my ends all meet.
I walk the world without someone
To walk it by my side,
But I have family and friends
Who help me stem the tide.
I have shelter when darkness falls,
Though it’s not fine or grand,
And I sleep safely every night
Nestled within Your hand.
So, Lord, I know this life is hard,
I struggle to get through,
But I can take the hard times, Lord,
Because You’ve blessed me, too.
Psalm 34:19
The righteous person may have many troubles, but the Lord delivers him from them all;

Sunday, August 20, 2017

In The Crucible - Re-posted

We pray He shields them from the flames
And keeps all harm away.
We ask that they be spared the pain
That we felt in our day.
We hope the children we gave birth,
And those we love so well,
Will never have to face the heat
Of their own private hell.
Yet it is in the crucible
That silver’s purged of dross.
And metal finds its strength within
The forge’s fiery gloss.
So let us pray they face the flames,
And come through them alright;
Let them not be warped by its heat,
But burnished by its light.
Psalm 12:6
And the words of the Lord are flawless, like silver purified in a crucible, like gold refined seven times.

Both the photo and the inspiration for this praise come from my dear friend TAF, who has blessed me in so many ways.

Saturday, August 19, 2017

In My Shame - Revised and Re-posted

I hide my face from You in shame
For I have lived in doubt.
When I should have had faith in You
I’ve let life stress me out.
When I should have given You praise,
I'd think, “That was all me!",
And when I heard You call my name
I'd rush by hurriedly.
But through all that, You loved me still,
You answered every call,
And each time that I tripped on pride
You’d hold me through the fall.
So, Lord, I hide my face in shame.
I'm grateful You love me,
And I'll strive from this moment on
To be who I should be.

Friday, August 18, 2017

The Long, Steep Path - Re-posted

The way is long, the grade is steep,
Broken and overgrown.
I know that I will not climb it
If I try it alone.

The way is difficult to scale,
I long to turn away
As it seems many have before.
They didn’t come this way
For it has clearly not been trod
By any foot in years
And trying to climb that way now
Will bring me pain and tears.
And yet that is the path I seek
The way I choose to go
For that’s the path you chose to walk
Because you loved me so.
So I will follow where you’ve walked
Whatever the travail,
For that is what you’ve asked of me
And with you I’ll prevail.

Thursday, August 17, 2017

Clinging To The Rock - Re-posted

I’ll build my house upon The Rock
For I have seen the sand 
Swept out to sea in crashing waves,
Forever lost to land.

I would not live tossed by the sea,
With no hope of the shore,
Where my Lord will not only guard,
But will, by Grace, restore. 

So I choose to build on The Rock
And, when the storms blow through,
I’ll watch the sands wash out to sea
While clinging, Lord, to You.  

Matthew 7:24-27 
“Therefore everyone who hears these words of mine and puts them into practice is like a wise man who built his house on the rock. The rain came down, the streams rose, and the winds blew and beat against that house; yet it did not fall, because it had its foundation on the rock. Everyone who hears these words of mine and does not put them into practice is like a foolish man who built his house on sand. The rain came down, the streams rose, and the winds blew and beat against that house, and it fell with a great crash.”

Wednesday, August 16, 2017

Not A Squeak - Re-posted

There are those days when I have thoughts
That would best go unheard. 
They probably should not be thoughts,
Much less become a word. 
I try my best to hold them in,
Though sometimes they slip out,
And I regret them instantly.
Of that, there is no doubt. 
I mean them to be just a joke
Or some flippant comment,
But what I think and what comes out
Don’t sound like what I meant.
So help me, Lord, to think it through
Before I start to speak,
And if there’s any doubt at all,
Don’t let me make a squeak!