Impatiently Awaiting Patience

 

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.
 
Those “little things” keep piling up
And my patience runs thin.
Would You please give me more right now?
Just let it pour on in.
 
I’m not sure I can take much more
Of anything today
If I can’t find the recharge port
For patience right away.
 
I know we’re to wait patiently
For what we can’t yet see,
But patience is what’s out of sight.
I can’t wait patiently.
 
Alright, I’ll breathe and just listen
To what You’re telling me,
And hold fast to the promise that
Your grace will recharge me.
 
For You bear patiently with me
Despite my attitude,
And I’ll try hard to pass along
That grace, in gratitude.
 
Until then, I’ll hope in what I
Cannot yet clearly see,
That You will restore my patience.
I’ll wait impatiently.
 
Romans 8:25
But if we hope for what we do not see, we wait for it with patience.

Proclaim The Gospel

 

He called His people to carry
His Word to all the earth
That no soul’s lost without the chance
At redemption, rebirth.
 
He wants each heart that beats today
To have the chance to sing
With all the choirs of heaven.
Life only He can bring.
 
The calling is to share His Word,
Not only when we speak.
But how we live and mirror Him
To each new soul we seek.
 
It’s true that we can’t change a heart,
But He can use our voice
To reach the hearts of those who will
Turn to Him and rejoice.
 
Go, then, each one and share His Word,
Everywhere, every place,
And let your voice, your heart, your life
Reflect His love, His Grace.
 
Mark 16:15
And he said to them, “Go into all the world and proclaim the gospel to the whole creation.

I Belong To Him

The storms are rolling through tonight,
But my heart holds no fear,
For I live knowing, good or bad,
My shepherd’s ever near.
 
The dark sky rattles with the winds
And thunder fills the air.
Yet, since I live within His grace,
My heart knows no despair.
 
I’ll settle in and watch the storm,
Ominous, dark and grim,
But all that I see is His Light.
For I belong to Him.
 
Isaiah 43:1
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. 

Humble Yourselves, Stand Firm

 

It’s easy to think we’re in charge,
But we never will be.
Our arrogance and our bold pride
Are wielded foolishly.
 
There is no hope outside of Him
To manage all life’s woes.
We lay our plans and do our best,
But life comes and it goes.
 
Stand humbly, then, before the Lord.
Place all your faith in Him
To shield you and to lead you through
When life grows harsh and grim.
 
Give Him your worries, then let go.
Do all that you can do,
Knowing that where your skills fall short,
His mercy’s there for you.
 
Your arrogance cannot help you,
Humble yourself, your pride.
Stand firm in the unfailing truth
That His love will abide.  
 
1 Peter 5:6-7
Humble yourselves, therefore, under the mighty hand of God so that at the proper time he may exalt you, casting all your anxieties on him, because he cares for you.

You Have Made Me Glad

 

You shaped each work of creation
With love in its design.
Some may not be “my cup of tea”,
While some are rare and fine.
 
The grand and great are hard to miss,
The simple things, less so.
Yet it’s often in the small things
Where Your greatest works show.
 
A simple bloom, tucked in the shade
In the back of the bed,
Until Your light touches its face
And it lifts up its head.
 
Just for that moment, in Your light,
I saw it shine with joy
And I, too, sang out with delight
That time cannot destroy.
 
I caught that moment years ago
And yet, even today,
It reminds me that Your sweet grace
Is always on display.
 
We simply need open our eyes,
And our hearts to Your grace,
To find there’s still joy and delight
That’s blooming every place.
 
Psalm 92:4
For you, O Lord, have made me glad by your work; at the works of your hands I sing for joy.

Watchful In Prayer

I find myself just saying words,
Now and then, when I pray.
My mind is off on some tangent,
Not hearing what I say.
 
Oh, shame on me, and it should be,
For all the grace I’ve known,
To not stay focused in my thanks
For the love You have shown.
 
I stop and ask Your forgiveness,
And then I start once more
To praise You and lift up my thanks
To You, whom I adore.
 
I know I chat with You often
As I move through the day,
But when I come in earnest, Lord,
I should focus and pray.
 
Your blessings flow unceasingly,
I see them everywhere.
I need to thank You for them with
A heart focused on prayer.
 
The many hopes and fears I place
Before You in my need,
Should not be uttered as rote thoughts,
But prayerfully, indeed.
 
Oh, Father, help me keep my thoughts
Fixed on You as I pray,
That I’m sincerely offering
My praise and thanks each day.
 
Colossians 4:2
Continue steadfastly in prayer, being watchful in it with thanksgiving.

Standing Firm In You

 

My world has been shaken today,
And nothing I can do
Will mend or heal or change a thing.
Therefore, I stand in You.
 
So many blessings came my way,
And so much heartbreak, too.
I’ve wept and laughed and praised Your name.
Through all, I stand in You.
 
This world will never be easy,
But this I know is true,
Easy or hard, You are my Rock.
Firmly, I stand in You.
 
I thank You for the faith and hope
That always brings me through,
And for Your peace within the pain.
Oh Lord, I stand in You.
 
1 Corinthians 16:13
Be watchful, stand firm in the faith, act like men, be strong.

Keep Running The Race

 

The land was frozen, dawn approached,
But darkness still held on.
It planned to hold the day at bay
Until all hope was gone.
 
Then there, across the forest rim,
I saw a gull sail through.
It mattered not what the day planned,
He did what he should do.
 
He rose above the frozen world
And sailed across the sky.
The wind and cold could not stop him
From taking wing to fly.
 
I stood up in that winter dawn
Within the rising light,
And felt God’s Spirit stir in me,
Bidding my soul take flight.
 
For God has called us each to task
Carrying forth His Word
To all who don’t yet call Him King,
And those who have not heard.
 
If that bird can rise up and fly
Despite winter’s cold bite,
Then I, too, will find faith to rise
And keep sharing His Light.
 
2 Timothy 4:7
I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith.

In Humble Gratitude

 

My life may not be glamourous,
But it is filled with grace,
And I have lived life long enough
To praise You any place.
 
I’m just a small voice in the world,
But You taught me to sing.
I’ll lift my voice up and rejoice
In all that wealth can’t bring.
 
Your perfect peace as each day ends
Means more than gold to me,
For I find gold in each sunrise
That I am blessed to see.
 
I have more than enough to eat
And still have some to spare,
So, I am grateful for others
With whom I get to share.
 
You led me through some dark valleys,
And some green pastures, too.
It didn’t matter where I was,
I walked that road with You.
 
Yet, in the end, You brought me home
To friends and family,
And I find comfort in each day
That’s shared so lovingly.
 
There is no wealth, no palace great,
That my soul could value
With half the joy and gratitude
For all I have in You!
 
Micah 6:8
He has told you, O man, what is good; and what does the Lord require of you but to do justice, and to love kindness, and to walk humbly with your God?

The Third Choice

 

In times of worry or dismay
It seems all I can hear
Is an unending litany
Of everything I fear.
 
What might go wrong, what might get worse,
How much I have to lose.
And either choice made could go bad,
But still, I have to choose.
 
Within that whirlwind I’d be lost
If He were not my rock,
The anchor holding me in place
Beneath each wave of shock.
 
I know, my friend, you feel it, too.
I truly understand,
But I know He also holds you
In the palm of His hand.
 
There is no safer place to be
When storms of doubt roll through.
Please hold in faith to His promise
That He is holding you.
 
Be still and let the whirlwind fade,
For you have a third choice…
The storms have no authority.
Wait for His still, small voice.
 
1 Kings 19:11-12
And he said, “Go out and stand on the mount before the Lord.” And behold, the Lord passed by, and a great and strong wind tore the mountains and broke in pieces the rocks before the Lord, but the Lord was not in the wind. And after the wind an earthquake, but the Lord was not in the earthquake. And after the earthquake a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire. And after the fire the sound of a low whisper.