Because in each day, no matter how dark or how long, there is a praise to be found. Sometimes our hearts are too weary or too frightened to voice them, but our souls cry out to God... and He is there.
Songs of sorrow, and songs of joy,
The songs that touch a soul.
Lift up your voices, sing your songs,
His love has made you whole.
Sing to Him in your pain.
Lift up your voices, sing your songs,
For His love will remain.
Let Him hear every voice.
He who redeemed you, loves you still.
Lift up your songs, rejoice!
Rejoice in the Lord always; again I will say, rejoice.
However long or hard the path
My refuge is in Him.
He shelters me within His peace,
When life grows dark and grim.
If I stood all alone.
Yet, when I stand within His strength
I’m more than flesh and bone.
And shields them with His might.
Blessed are the children of mankind
Who live within His light.
How precious is your steadfast love, O God! The children
of mankind take refuge in the shadow of your wings.
Sometimes our pride gets in the way
Of who we ought to be.
We get tripped up in ego, then
Just fall out of the tree.
Are not on par with His,
But I can find no better way
To make my point than this.
Walk humbly, seek His grace,
Or you, too, might trip on your pride
And end up on your face!
Pride goes before destruction, and a haughty spirit
before a fall.
This delightful photo is another of those from AC. A bit of lighthearted joy today!
A day of errands, then of chores,
Far too busy for me,
But, now that the work’s all been done,
I can rest peacefully.
Tonight my thanks flow free
To You who gives me work and rest,
And watches over me.
The Lord is your keeper; the Lord is your shade on your
right hand.
The Lord will keep your going out and your coming in from
this time forth and forevermore.
This delightful moment is one form AC on her trip to Africa.
I try to count them every day,
The blessings of Your grace,
But they mount up so rapidly
I always lose my place.
The chance to share a laugh.
There are too many to keep track,
My count is short by half!
If that’s the way it goes,
For a blessing’s still a blessing,
Even if no one knows!
Blessed are the people to whom such blessings fall!
Blessed are the people whose God is the Lord!
Anger will stalk the heart of man,
Working to tear the soul
To which God gave new life and joy,
The soul His blood made whole.
At any peace we find.
Unless we cast it from our heart,
It will consume our mind.
A vulture with its prey,
Waiting for sin to answer rage
And seal the soul’s decay.
But forgive and move on.
Don’t let that evil eat at you
Until all life is gone.
Be angry and do not sin; do not let the sun go down on
your anger, and give no opportunity to the devil.
There on the cusp of dark and light
I came to understand
How both are needful, of value,
And formed at Your command.
But it sharpens our view
And helps us to appreciate
The light of life in You.
The moon and stars shine true.
Even when swaddled in dark clouds,
We see them peeking through.
And sweep the dark away,
The heavens rejoice in delight,
A colorful display.
With dark and light in view,
My breath always catches in awe
To be so close to You!
In him was life, and the life was the light of men.
Be Still and let my words heal you,
Don’t talk, just listen please.
I formed you in your mother’s womb
And I can give you ease.
You run so fast, you cannot stop
Until, at last, you fall.
Why do you wait so long before
You answer when I call?
Listen to me, I’m telling you
That I am all you need.
Let go of all the ifs and buts.
Listen, my child, take heed.
This world is not an easy place,
But you still have a choice.
Go on as if you are in charge,
Or listen to my voice.
Be still and rest within the peace
That I have formed for you.
Be still and listen to my voice,
As I’ve asked you to do.
I hold all things within my hand
The heavens and earth, too,
And you, who are more precious yet,
Be still child, I’ve got you!
Isaiah 44:24
Thus says the Lord, your Redeemer, who formed you from
the womb: “I am the Lord, who made all things, who alone stretched out the
heavens, who spread out the earth by myself
I cry out for Your strength tonight.
The day was long and rough,
But I’m still standing in the faith
That Your grace is enough.
Despite all that we do,
Leave me even more thankful that
I can find strength in You.
When I am strong, I praise
The King in whose strength I can stand
Even on these rough days.
But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for
my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore, I will boast all the more
gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me.
The beauty of His creation
Stands in joyous display
As winter melts and spring bursts forth
Into its bright array.
Reflect His perfect grace
As they lift their eyes, filled with awe,
Toward His holy face.
They’ll wither and grow dim,
So, they spend each moment of life
Rejoicing, praising Him!
The grass withers, the flower fades, but the word of our
God will stand forever.