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.
Oh Lord, Your mercies are boundless,
Your loving grace won’t end.
You pour Your blessings upon us,
And forgive all who’ve sinned.
My soul washed in Your light,
I’ll sing Your praises from a heart
That’s bursting with delight.
No other king, I’ll claim,
And I will sing with all I am
The glory of Your name.
My mouth is filled with your praise, and with your glory
all the day.
A simple heart, a simple praise
To Him, heaven’s true King.
My soul rejoices in His grace,
Of His wonders, I sing.
And listen for His voice.
Knowing that He is always near,
My heart and soul rejoice.
Without fear, I will sleep.
Though this life may bring what it will,
My soul is His to keep.
Sing praises to the Lord, O you his saints, and give
thanks to his holy name
Some days can be overwhelming
And I wanted to hide,
To find that place far from the noise
Where stillness can abide
Needed to know His peace.
I longed go where all the noise
Of this loud world would cease.
Time to sit and be still,
Since all the plans made for today
Failed, as if by His will.
To heal my weary soul.
That which the world tried to shatter,
He’s restored and made whole.
O Lord, by these things men live, and in all these is the
life of my spirit. Oh restore me to health and make me live!
Why do I have to make complex
The simple things in life.
Even that which is made for joy
I fill with my own strife.
Indeed, that does make sense.
I tend to see an open gate
And focus on the fence.
The bloom becomes the fruit
Without any input from me.
I have no horn to toot.
The Lord has put His plan in place
And life follows His plan.
Though I want to add my two cents,
I don’t think that I can.
Is I’m not in control.
I also learned the One who is,
Still loves my rebel soul.
Yet, with His plan in place,
Someday I’ll bear fruit He can use,
But only through His grace.
For everything there is a season, and a time for every
matter under heaven: a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and
a time to pluck up what is planted;
For by grace you have been saved through faith. And this
is not your own doing; it is the gift of God
The question stands, what matters most,
Where do I place value?
Does it rest in today’s delight,
Or being close to You?
But my priority
Is doing that to which I’m called,
Being who I’m to be.
If they fit in Your plan,
But serving You as You’ve called me,
Outweighs the plans of man.
To work diligently,
And not let things that don’t matter
Divert or distract me.
Give it all that I can,
But when I must choose play or serve,
I’ll serve within God’s plan.
But I discipline my body and keep it under control, lest
after preaching to others I myself should be disqualified.
For the moment all discipline seems painful rather than
pleasant, but later it yields the peaceful fruit of righteousness to those who
have been trained by it.
No matter how far or how fast
The world lures us away,
We’ll never outrun His mercies,
Nor get so far astray
That He can’t find us when we’re lost,
Then lead us home to stay.
Spread out across the skies.
I watched a mountain exploding
Before my very eyes.
And heard the wind’s soft sighs.
None of these places are too far
For Him to hear my cries.
Where do you think I’d go
That He would not see every step.
There’s no place that I know.
Running off now and then,
But when I cried out to my Lord
He led me home again.
But I have Heaven’s Son,
And He won’t let this world destroy
The good work He’s begun.
I find that I might stray,
I’ll never be so lost that He
Won’t hear me when I pray
And come to find me, by His grace,
Then lead me home to stay.
For I am sure that neither death nor life, nor angels nor
rulers, nor things present nor things to come, nor powers, nor height nor
depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the
love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord.
I hear the wise scholars speaking
In terms proud and profound
Of all the wisdom they have learned,
The answers they have found.
In respect to the sage,
But to the children, great in faith,
Though still so young of age.
For all they think they know.
Instead, they take His words to heart
And in those hearts, they grow.
That we, the old, cannot.
For they hold on to what they’ve heard,
Long after we forgot.
By lists of things “to do”,
And we set His words to the side
Until those lists are through.
Wiser than you or me.
It seems they have a clearer grasp
Of who we’re called to be.
But after I am done
With all these things that matter less
Than following The Son.
All that they need to know,
But maybe we need to take time
To learn from them, also.
But Jesus called them to him, saying, “Let the children
come to me, and do not hinder them, for to such belongs the kingdom of God. Truly,
I say to you, whoever does not receive the kingdom of God like a child shall
not enter it.”
Lord, I need patience, and right now,
I need it on demand.
I’ve just run out of all I had.
I hope You understand.
And my patience runs thin.
Would You please give me more right now?
Just let it pour on in.
Of anything today
If I can’t find the recharge port
For patience right away.
For what we can’t yet see,
But patience is what’s out of sight.
I can’t wait patiently.
To what You’re telling me,
And hold fast to the promise that
Your grace will recharge me.
Despite my attitude,
And I’ll try hard to pass along
That grace, in gratitude.
Cannot yet clearly see,
That You will restore my patience.
I’ll wait impatiently.
But if we hope for what we do not see, we wait for it
with patience.
He called His people to carry
His Word to all the earth
That no soul’s lost without the chance
At redemption, rebirth.
To have the chance to sing
With all the choirs of heaven.
Life only He can bring.
Not only when we speak.
But how we live and mirror Him
To each new soul we seek.
But He can use our voice
To reach the hearts of those who will
Turn to Him and rejoice.
Everywhere, every place,
And let your voice, your heart, your life
Reflect His love, His Grace.
And he said to them, “Go into all the world and proclaim
the gospel to the whole creation.
The storms are rolling through tonight,
But my heart holds no fear,
For I live knowing, good or bad,
My shepherd’s ever near.
And thunder fills the air.
Yet, since I live within His grace,
My heart knows no despair.
Ominous, dark and grim,
But all that I see is His Light.
For I belong to Him.
But now thus says the Lord, he who created you, O Jacob,
he who formed you, O Israel: “Fear not, for I have redeemed you; I have called
you by name, you are mine.