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.
It’s easy to be distracted
Along the path each day.
More than once I have found myself
Unfocussed and astray.
Replaying in my head
And I turn back along the path
To follow You instead.
If I don’t walk with You,
And there’s nowhere I want to be
If You are not there, too.
To which You have called me,
Then I will turn around and run
And go where I should be!
When I think on my ways, I turn my feet to your
testimonies; I hasten and do not delay to keep your commandments.
I can hear You calling to me
In the roar of the seas,
And I can hear Your whispered voice
On breezes through the trees.
That I don’t hear Your voice,
So everywhere that I go
I’ll praise You and rejoice!!
From the vast plains, I’ll praise
The Lord who speaks to me each day
And leads me in His ways!
“But ask the beasts, and they will teach you; the birds
of the heavens, and they will tell you; or the bushes of the earth, and they
will teach you; and the fish of the sea will declare to you.
Let the heavens be glad, and let the earth rejoice; let
the sea roar, and all that fills it; let the field exult, and everything in it!
Then shall all the trees of the forest sing for joy
It’s time for me to just be still,
To rest within Your peace,
And bid the chaos of this world
To hush! It’s time to cease.
To somewhere I can hear
The quiet whispers of Your voice,
To feel You drawing near.
To do Your perfect will,
But I am also grateful for
Time with You, to be still.
Tomorrow I will rise
And work once more with a glad heart.
Tonight, my spirit sighs.
And he said to them, “Come away by yourselves to a
desolate place and rest a while.” For many were coming and going, and they had
no leisure even to eat.
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.
They came to help a friend in need,
And, though they are quite small,
They managed to clean off his bugs.
They ate them, one and all.
Offered food to strangers
Who seemed to be hungry, in need
Of food without dangers.
They took the law to heart
As each one helped his neighbor out
By doing their own part.
A bit too much today,
But nonetheless the point remains
Help others on your way.
Small blessings can help, too.
Just offer others the same grace
With which God has blessed you.
Show hospitality to one another without grumbling. As
each has received a gift, use it to serve one another, as good stewards of
God's varied grace
And as you wish that others would do to you, do so to
them.
Look closely at the photo and you will see several small birds called oxpeckers. They are a huge blessing to giraffes... or so I've been told.
I carry my sins through each day,
And they can grow heavy.
I can’t fathom bearing the weight
Of all earth’s sins on me.
Christ bore for all mankind
The weight of each sin we commit
In body, heart, or mind.
That forced Him to His knee,
It was the weight of all those sins
He bore to Calvary.
The shame of what I’ve done.
Each time I sin, I add more weight
To that borne by The Son.
For sins of yesterday,
But we can try to add less weight
By sinning less today.
So he delivered him over to them to be crucified. So they
took Jesus, and he went out, bearing his own cross, to the place called The
Place of a Skull, which in Aramaic is called Golgotha.
He himself bore our sins in his body on the tree, that we
might die to sin and live to righteousness. By his wounds you have been healed.
In all the long years of my life
I’ve watched things come and go,
They’re here one day and gone the next,
The same old ebb and flow.
The music we enjoy,
Those things we praise today will soon
Be those things we destroy.
Who blows with each new wind.
For He who calls the wind to heel,
Is the same to the end.
As blossoms in the spring,
And His words will stand forever
With all the hope they bring.
As blossoms that will fall,
But look to the unchanging Lord
Whose word speaks truth to all.
The grass withers, the flower fades, but the word of our
God will stand forever.
Heaven and earth will pass away, but my words will not
pass away.
You have brought me through that valley
Out of darkness, sin, despair,
Into the Light of Your glory
For Your mercy’s ever there.
That is not within Your sight.
There’s no place so lost in darkness
Where I cannot find Your light.
Stands defiant of Your might
If I rise up for the battle
In the armor of Your light.
Leads me back into Your grace,
Where, rejoicing in Your glory,
I will rest in Your embrace.
The people who walked in darkness have seen a great
light; those who dwelt in a land of deep darkness, on them has light shone.
Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of
death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they
comfort me.
Lord, lead us to Your Sabbath peace,
The place of Your Shalom,
Where every heart can turn to You
And find they are at home.
The place before Your throne
Where we can stand within Your peace,
Knowing we’re not alone.
To rest from all we do,
But, also, that we would have time
To just be still with You.
With heart and mind and soul,
And thank You that Sabbath renews
The peace that this world stole.
And he said to them, “The Sabbath was made for man, not
man for the Sabbath.
He makes me lie down in green pastures. He leads me
beside still waters. He restores my soul. He leads me in paths of righteousness
for his name's sake.
This day tore at me more than once,
But I held on to You,
And by the end, though there were tears,
You helped me to walk through.
Who helped along the way,
And one or two who’s cheerful words
Brought laughter to the day.
But miscalculated,
For I failed to account for those
Who brought me joy instead.
I realized once more
Though I may worry, Your plans hold
Blessings, then more, in store.
Present along the way.
Thank You for guarding me and for
Your patient grace each day.
And he said, “My presence will go with you, and I will
give you rest.”
Why are you cast down, O my soul, and why are you in
turmoil within me? Hope in God; for I shall again praise him, my salvation and
my God.
You made the rivers flow down stream
From mountain peak to sea,
And with them they bring fresh water
That brings relief to me.
Clearly included all
Who had not yet been born to life,
But would answer Your call.
Where forests reach the sky,
And You still hold close in Your grace
Thirsty souls such as I.
With the unceasing flow
Of living water, bread of life,
And the grace You bestow.
You make springs gush forth in the valleys; they flow
between the hills;
He made streams come out of the rock and caused waters to
flow down like rivers.