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.
Jesus wept for Lazarus,
And for his sisters’ pain.
Though He was God, He was human,
Both aspects still remain.
But not for him alone.
He bore the grief we all will bear
While He was flesh and bone.
What each of us must face,
Each broken heart, and broken soul,
Each torment and disgrace.
And that same love He kept
For each of us, through all we face.
For us, too, Jesus wept.
Jesus wept.
I stopped to count my blessings, Lord,
And praise You for such wealth.
I’m overwhelmed by so much grace,
My home, my food, my health.
One more way I’ve been blessed.
For now I have the time I need
To just be still and rest.
And more blessings for me,
As I gather with friends at church
And then with family.
Is vast in its array.
I thank You for this quiet time
To count blessings today!
Blessed are the people to whom such blessings fall!
Blessed are the people whose God is the Lord!
Though I may wear the finest robes
And strut for all to see,
Still, I will be but scattered dust
For all eternity
If I do not put on instead
The robes of His mercy,
And all the blessings I’m to share,
As they’ve been shared with me.
Put on then, as God's chosen ones, holy and beloved,
compassionate hearts, kindness, humility, meekness, and patience, bearing with
one another and, if one has a complaint against another, forgiving each other;
as the Lord has forgiven you, so you also must forgive.
The empty voices of the world
Cry out, then fade away.
For, without substance of their own,
They hold no force or sway.
Within their path and yet,
The trees regrow, the rivers flow,
And the earth will forget.
May bluster in their wrath,
But they will not deter God’s Word
Or move it from its path.
Who claim God’s role and name.
While those who stand within His Word,
Eternal life may claim.
The grass withers, the flower fades, but the word of our
God will stand forever.
There is great evil in the world.
Darkness holds many hearts
Captive to anger and the sin
Which mindless rage imparts.
Infect your mind and soul.
Fret not, when evil shows its face,
For God is in control.
With that rage and despair,
For God’s Light still outshines the dark.
His love is everywhere.
Trusting His perfect plan,
For God’s love does not fade or fail.
Fret not, oh child of man.
Be still before the Lord and wait patiently for him; fret
not yourself over the one who prospers in his way, over the man who carries out
evil devices! Refrain from anger, and forsake wrath! Fret not yourself; it
tends only to evil.
The seasons come and soon pass on,
Until the years have flown.
Then we look back on all we’ve lived
And wonder if we’ve grown.
Or still foolish and wild
As we were in our younger days,
That willful, selfish child.
Wiser, but still beguiled
By all those elusive treasures
And those I have compiled.
And praise God with full heart,
Then get sidetracked on things in which
I’ve given Him no part.
How foolish I remain
And how much of this worthless world
I struggle to retain.
And wisdom to teach me
How to reflect His righteousness
For all the world to see.
Commit your way to the Lord; trust in him, and he will
act. He will bring forth your righteousness as the light, and your justice as
the noonday.
Oh Lord, sometimes even small things
Seem too big to get through.
Wash the clothes or take out the trash,
Just clean a dish or two.
That small chores become large.
It’s in such times I hold on to
The One who is in charge.
And calls each star by name
Can help me stand up through it all.
His strength, not mine, I claim.
But it is nearly through.
Please, let me lean upon Your strength,
Then rest and start anew.
Seek the Lord and his strength; seek his presence
continually!
This world can break a mortal heart
Without a second thought.
Despite all we may try to do,
No healing can be wrought.
Nor is there a price we can pay,
No cure that can be bought,
To bring the restoration for
Which all mankind has sought.
The price already paid
Upon the cross at Calvary
Where all our sins were laid
Before the Lord, The One who heals
The broken and dismayed.
Only in Him is found the peace
By which healing’s conveyed.
Let go of all the grief
Which you have carried through this life,
With no hope of relief.
Moment by moment the pain will ease,
Like a new budding leaf,
Until you realize at last
The peace born in belief.
He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.
Tonight, I sing of eagle’s wings
Mounting up to the sky
And, though I still stand here on earth,
My soul joins him to fly.
As he rose up in flight,
Until I caught a glimpse of You
And Your eternal Light.
I’m grateful that I stopped to look
When I saw him pass through
For he reminded me, once more,
To keep my eyes on You.
but they who wait for the Lord shall renew their
strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles; they shall run and not be
weary; they shall walk and not faint.
I love You, Lord, with all my heart,
But You love me much more.
You took my sins and washed them clean.
What I break, You restore.
To follow faithfully,
But You do not cast me aside.
You keep Your eye on me.
You rescued me by grace.
Though I try to stay close to You,
I often lose my place.
Before You call me back.
You are my hope and shield in life,
In You, I find no lack.
But You love me much more.
You’ve guarded and You’ve guided me
Since birth, even before.
There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out
fear, because fear has to do with punishment. The one who fears is not made
perfect in love. We love because he first loved us.