My Favorite Lullaby

 

The day had been long and hurried,
But filled with great delight,
And it was with satisfaction
That I welcomed the night.  
 
I settled in, said my prayers
And tried to get some sleep,
But my thoughts were restless with
Their own timeline to keep.  
 
I almost gave up, but just then
I heard my lullaby.
The one sound that lulls me to sleep,
And I don’t have to try.
 
A gentle rumble, distant, soft,
But drawing slowly near.
A flash of light, the rolling sound
Of thunder, close and clear.
 
I know that most people don’t sleep
With that much noise about,
But for me that song from heaven
Is what sleep’s all about.
 
My weather app had said no rain
Expected for two days,
But God’s thoughts are higher than man’s,
His ways are higher ways.
 
I settled in and said thank You
To Him who sent me this.
I felt like a small child, once more,
Who got a good night kiss.

Isaiah 55:9
For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts.
 
Psalm 107:8
Let them thank the Lord for his steadfast love, for his wondrous works to the children of man!

In Awe And Wonder

 

He rested there above the pond
With four feet in the air,
Peacefully balancing himself
Without worry or care.
 
He reminded me of the psalms
That call the Lord our rock,
Our refuge in times of worry,
And that made me take stock.
 
Do I see Him as my refuge,
My fortress in each gale?
Do I hold the Lord as my shield
Whose strength will never fail?
 
I pray I don’t just check the box,
Then blah blah blah amen
When talking to, or thinking on
The creator of men.
 
The wondrous King who formed the earth,
And called light from the dark.
He who redeemed His wayward lambs,
Renewed in them His spark.
 
The fortress, the deliverer,
Wondrous beyond all thought!
The King of Kings, and Lord of Lords,
Who, all creation, wrought.
 
I know someday I will see Him
In His splendid array,
For now, I’ll hold Him in great awe
When I reach out each day.
 
I may need to remind myself
Of that truth every dawn,
So I can then rest on the Rock
That David rested on.
 
Psalm 18:2
The Lord is my rock and my fortress and my deliverer, my God, my rock, in whom I take refuge, my shield, and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold.

Even in Brambles, Rejoice

 

It stood alone among the weeds
And bloomed with great delight,
It gave no notice to the rest,
Its joy shown clear and bright.
 
The weeds and brambles, fierce and grim,
Could not deter that joy.
It chose to rejoice despite all
Their efforts to annoy.
 
I stood confused that such delight
Thrived in such disarray,
Until I realized the truth
So clearly on display.
 
It doesn’t matter where we are
Or what we’re walking through,
If our roots run deep in Your Word,
We will rejoice in You.
 
Philippians 4:4-5
Rejoice in the Lord always; again I will say, rejoice. Let your gentleness be known to everyone. The Lord is at hand;

To Quench My Thirst In You

I have this unquenchable thirst
That’s too common these days.
It is a thirst for time with You,
In Your Word and in praise.
 
I find myself at a fast pace
More often than I’ve planned.
I’m chasing my tail when, instead,
I should rest in Your hand.
 
Oh Lord, I praise You that just now,
In the midst of my day,
I found myself, by grace, no doubt,
With a moment to pray.
 
I lifted up to You my plea
For time to quench my thirst,
And wisdom to put my pace last
That I may put You first.
 
I turned away from this day’s race
To read Your Word and pray.
To quench the thirst that parched my soul
And make this a blessed day.
 
I thank You that You understood
Before I ever knew
That what this world drains out of me
Is always there in You.
 
Matthew 6:31-32
Therefore, do not be anxious, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ For the Gentiles seek after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them all. 

Give Comfort In Times Of Grief

 

We each have carried the burden
Of grief too great to bear,
And yet we’ve had to find the strength
To live with our despair.
 
Because we understand such grief,
You’d think we’d know the way
To comfort someone who now fights
To keep such grief at bay.
 
Alas, that is not how grief works.
For each, the pain’s our own.
Try though we might we cannot heal
The pains we haven’t known.
 
I cannot heal their broken heart
Or mend the hole it leaves,
Nor can I take away the fears
And pain of one who grieves.
 
I cannot bid them walk my path,
For their healing’s not mine.
What I can do is give their grief
To the healer Divine.
 
For He can heal the broken heart
And make it whole again.
That’s comfort beyond the power
Of any mortal man.
 
I know because He has healed me
From more than one heartbreak,
And I know He will heal them, too.
His comfort’s theirs to take.
 
The greatest comfort I can share
Is God’s love and His grace,
And simply staying close until
God’s healing can take place.
 
2 Corinthians 1:4
who comforts us in all our affliction, so that we may be able to comfort those who are in any affliction, with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God.
 
Psalm 34:18
The Lord is near to the broken-hearted and saves the crushed in spirit.

I Will Follow You

 

I thought I heard You call my name,
But it could not be so,
For I’m not worthy to be called,
As You and I both know.
 
I heard You call my name once more,
And felt my soul cry out,
“Oh Lord, You know the life I’ve lived.
Of that I have no doubt.”
 
“How could You call me to Your grace,
Knowing who I have been?
The life I’ve lived has been far from
A life lived without sin.”
 
I heard You call me one more time,
Reminding me that You,
Having full knowledge of my sins,
Have cleansed me of them, too.
 
I realized that You have called
Those worse than I have been,
And taught them how to find the lost,
Become fishers of men.
 
If those who once were lost, then found
Can serve You faithfully,
Then I know You have grace enough
For a lost soul like me.
 
Lord, I have heard You call my name,
And I will follow You.
Please lead me with Your truth, Your light,
That I may serve You, too.
 
Psalm 43:3
Send out your light and your truth; let them lead me; let them bring me to your holy hill and to your dwelling!

This sweet photo is a gift from AC and her trip to Africa a few years back. 

The Path That Leads To You

 

You laid the path before me, Lord,
And I’m called to walk through
The struggles that increase my faith
And draw me close to You.
 
Sometimes the path is clearly marked,
Sometimes it’s hard to see.
There have been days when I broke down
And cried out, “Lord, why me?”
 
Yet, each and every step I take,
I take trusting that You,
Who set this path before my feet,
Will help me walk it through.
 
I know that my strength comes from You
For I’ve none of my own,
And any wisdom I have gleaned
Comes from the seeds You’ve sown.
 
I pray I keep hearing Your voice
With every step I take,
And that I follow where You lead
For my weary soul’s sake.
 
However hard or steep the path,
I know You’re guiding me,
And I’ll find my way home to You,
Where my heart longs to be.
 
Isaiah 30:21
“Whether you turn to the right or to the left, your ears will hear a voice behind you, saying, ‘This is the way; walk in it.'”
 
Philippians 4:13
“I can do all this through Him who gives me strength.”

Praise Him And Rejoice

 

Lift up your voices, sing in praise
And glorify the Lord!
Let all His children shout with joy,
For, in Him, you’re restored.
 
Lift up your praises to The Son,
And let your songs be heard.
For He who cleansed you, loves you still!
Proclaim to all, His Word.
 
Rejoice that God’s Spirit still lives
Within the hearts of man.
He will not leave or forsake you!
Rejoice in God’s great plan.
 
Blessed are the children of The Lord,
For you serve Heaven’s King.
Let all your voices praise His name,
Lift up your hearts and sing!!
 
Psalm 92:1-2
It is good to give thanks to the Lord, to sing praises to your name, O Most High; to declare your steadfast love in the morning, and your faithfulness by night

Get Thee Behind Me

 

Satan’s calling to the world
And many hear his voice.
Thinking they will hold great power,
They make an evil choice
 
I see him upon the pulpit,
He’s smiling as he lies,
Twisting the truths that God gave us,
Working your soul’s demise.
 
I see his demons bow in the streets,
Demanding you do, too,
That their demonic overlord
Might take your soul from you.
 
I seem them screeching, condemning
All that God’s declared good,
Destroying what they do not own
Because they think they should.

 
Serving the darkness in the world,
Turning away the Light,
Will not lead them to earthly wealth,
But to eternal night.
 
So many voices crying out
In pursuit of his plan
Shall find that serving satan’s will
Does not end well for man.
 
For, if you serve him here on earth,
You’ll serve him, too, in hell.
That service is void of all hope.
Turn back, don’t heed his spell.
 
Put him behind you, walk away,
Take hold of God’s promise.
His is the Word, the Light we seek,
All satan’s calls, dismiss.
 
Matthew 4:9-10
And he said to him, “All these I will give you, if you will fall down and worship me.”
Then Jesus said to him, “Be gone, Satan! For it is written, “‘You shall worship the Lord your God and him only shall you serve.’”

Two Are Better Than One

 

They worked in pairs, spreading His Word
As He'd called them to do.
He knew they’d be more confident
If they worked two by two.
 
So is it still, in many things,
Two are stronger than one,
And when we help each other out
We get so much more done.
 
Don’t spend your days asking for help
Reach out and lend a hand.
You’ll find what’s given out of grace,
Returns ever more grand.
 
God’s plan’s not that we walk alone,
But, walking two by two,
We help each other on the way
As He’s called us to do.
 
Ecclesiastes 4:9-10
Two are better than one, because they have a good reward for their toil. For if they fall, one will lift up his fellow. But woe to him who is alone when he falls and has not another to lift him up!