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.
Blessings and hard times, they go hand in hand,
But both are a part of life.
You can’t treasure blessings in your heart
Without some struggle and strife.
Though things seem rocky today,
Those blessings of joy and happiness
Are before you every day.
For as we share abundantly in Christ's sufferings, so
through Christ we share abundantly in comfort too.
I find my peace within Your grace.
A stillness in my soul
That calms the tempest of my thoughts
And makes the broken whole.
The answers that I seek
To all the questions of my heart
That my tongue cannot speak.
And Your word comforts me.
There is no burden on my heart
That Your peace can’t lift free.
I rest in Your stillness.
It is in You that I find peace,
Your name I praise and bless.
The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He makes me
lie down in green pastures.
He leads me beside still waters. He restores my soul.
I thought that I was overlooked,
Too small and plain to see,
But You have proven I was wrong
For You’ve clearly seen me.
You calmed my frenzied state.
In worry and anxiety,
You gave me peace in spate.
Despite my doubts and fear,
Your Word, Your love, Your endless grace,
They’re always ever near.
I get lost in plain sight,
But I am always in Your view.
And that truth’s my delight!
Let those who delight in my righteousness shout for joy
and be glad and say evermore, “Great is the Lord, who delights in the welfare
of his servant!”
Work diligently in all things,
Rejoice in all you do.
For when you work for others here
You’re working for Him, too.
Reflect His Word to all.
When you let His love live in you,
The lost may hear His call.
Has touched another’s heart,
But you can trust that He’ll complete
Any blessing you start.
Praising Him every day.
Let your labor help mark the path
For those seeking His way.
Whatever you do, work heartily, as for the Lord and not
for men, knowing that from the Lord you will receive the inheritance as your
reward. You are serving the Lord Christ.
Skunk cabbage, that is what it’s called.
That really is its name,
And even though it’s accurate
That’s not its greatest claim.
Where the saltwater flows,
That cheerful blossom sweetly blooms
Where the tide comes and goes.
Within the dank mudflat
Then there is hope that we can bloom,
Though we may still doubt that.
And redeemed us from sin.
The muck and mire of our past…
We’re not who we have been.
That you still stand in mire,
Instead, praise Him for every chance
To bloom and to inspire.
Will do much more for you.
His love is greater than your sin,
For His grace blooms in you.
In that day you will know that I am in my Father, and you
in me, and I in you.
How wondrous are the works of Him
Who formed them with a word.
The oceans, rolling in their depths
Where voices are not heard.
Into the dark washed night,
Beyond the dawn of a new day,
Forever out of sight.
As great as are the works of man,
They’re paltry when compared
To Him who called us into life
And, from our sins, then spared.
Creation calls Him King
And it is to His name alone
That all praises should ring.
And seek His holy face.
Sing to the Lord in joyous praise
For His unending grace.
Oh give thanks to the Lord; call upon his name; make
known his deeds among the peoples! Sing to him, sing praises to him; tell of
all his wondrous works! Glory in his holy name; let the hearts of those who
seek the Lord rejoice!
I stood alone on a wind swept shore
Knowing I could not win,
Until a wave of His sweet grace,
Once more, came rolling in.
I just forgot how much.
There is no struggle I can face
That I don’t feel His touch.
But He never fails me,
Though when I’m standing in the storm
That can be hard to see.
Another wave of grace
Comes rolling in with new blessings
To fill the empty space.
Yet I can promise this:
His love does not depend on us,
But we depend on His.
For great is his steadfast love toward us, and the
faithfulness of the Lord endures forever. Praise the Lord!
How often do we see the sins
That others perpetrate
Without noticing our own sins
Until it is too late?
That hurts another’s heart,
And simply posing “a clean slate”
Does not make a fresh start.
It hurts others and you.
Although you try to take it back,
Your hurtfulness shines through.
Be ever vigilant
For all the sins to which I’m prone,
Avoid cause to repent.
That I have set for me,
But I work on it every day,
As it is meant to be.
I call upon His grace
And confess that I’ve sinned again,
Admitting my disgrace.
And sets me right once more,
That’s why I stand in vigilance
And seek to sin no more.
If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to
forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.
This vigilant seagull photo is another gift from ATF in Galveston.
If You have got a moment, Lord,
I’d love to chat a while.
I’m feeling battered by this day
And I could use a smile.
To get me back on track.
Would You mind giving me a bit
Of the peace that I lack?
And let Your love flow through.
Whatever this world throws at me,
I find my rest in You.
You do a lot of those,
But thank You, too, for the small things…
Like this moment’s repose.
But give more in return,
For this peace I find here with You
Is something I can’t earn.
And process this day through.
I’m always better for the time
I spend sitting with You.
Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle
and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.
The Sabbath is fast approaching,
A day of rest and praise,
An ending to a busy week
Consumed by this world’s ways.
Lift up your voice in song,
For heaven’s King is on His throne
And His Word is still strong.
Trust in the grace He shares,
Rejoice in the sweet redemption
That proves to us He cares.
A day holy in His name.
For He’s the Lord of heaven and earth,
His glory and wonder proclaim.
“Remember the Sabbath day, to keep it holy.