Thursday, September 30, 2010

2 Corinthians 12:9

I know that I’m a broken soul
I know I can’t be healed
I know that when I face my Lord
All sins will be revealed

The fear and shame cause me to weep
And then I see your face
You look at me through blood and thorns
And I recall my place
Is at your feet and in your light
Relying on your grace
In service to enduring love
And wrapped in your embrace

The pain you suffered in my name
Will never wash away
And yet that blood can heal my soul
And make me whole one day.


2 Corinthians 12:9
And He said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for My strength is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore most gladly I will rather boast in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me.

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Galatians 6: 7 - 9
















In my secret little garden
Where cheery blossoms grow
I often find a snarling weed
That’s grown up in a row

I pull the weeds and they grow back
To strangle my bright blooms
They try to pull my blossoms down
And quench their sweet perfumes

I must be ever vigilant
To keep my garden clean
I can’t allow the weeds to thrive
For what we sow, we glean

And so I pluck the thorny weeds
Whenever they appear
And cherish tender shoots that bear
The blossoms I hold dear


Galatians 6: 7-9
Do not be deceived: God cannot be mocked. A man reaps what he sows. The one who sows to please his sinful nature, from that nature will reap destruction; the one who sows to please the Spirit, from the Spirit will reap eternal life. Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

The Quiet Place






















I dwell in sorrow half the night,  
The chaos of the day
Can overwhelmed me ‘til I run
And try to hide-away.

But in the silence where I hide
I find good company,
For you are always waiting there
And you always love me.

I’m not your finest creation,
My faith is often frail,
But you have always stood by me
Through every new travail.

It’s not your faithfulness that’s weak
But mine that fails the test;
Yet every time I quit or fall
You hold me to your breast

And let me know that I am loved
In spite of all my shame;
You lift me up and dust me off
You call me by my name.

All of the heavenly voices
And all the songs they’ve sung
Cannot be sweeter than the sound
Of my name on your tongue

I am not worthy of your love
And yet you still love me;
Each day I chain myself with fear,
Each day you set me free.

So meet me in that silent place,
Where I am on my knees,
I’m not as strong as I should be,
But let me serve you, please.