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.
I pray You keep Your eye me,
But I think that, instead,
I should pray I keep You in sight,
Your Word in heart and head.
And You do that always.
What I need You to help me do
Is seek You all my days.
It happens with a thought,
And it is from such distractions
Our destruction is wrought.
But help see You, too,
And help me live remembering
Your Word in all I do.
“If you love me, you will keep my commandments.
I have stored up your word in my heart, that I might not
sin against you.
Give us today our daily bread.
Most people will concede
That request is about the food
Which a body will need.
I need to feed this soul,
Which You have redeemed out of death,
To keep it strong and whole.
And that’s the bread I crave.
The bread that comes from time with You,
Who rose up from the grave.
Until it fills me up.
Then I’ll drink the Water of Life
You’ve poured into my cup.
For body and soul, too.
Let me spend time with You each day,
The Bread I need is You.
Give us this day our daily bread,
Jesus said to them, “I am the bread of life; whoever
comes to me shall not hunger, and whoever believes in me shall never thirst
The light is hiding behind clouds
Who grumble in the sky.
A distant whistle can be heard
As the train passes by.
Enough to make it through,
And all of this they have because
They’ve placed their faith in You.
It’s always been that way.
We work at what we can do here,
Then bow our head and pray.
Only You can do so.
We clear the weeds and guard the crops,
But they need You to grow.
We plant Your Word each day,
But the harvest relies on You,
We plant, we praise, and pray.
So, neither he who plants nor he who waters is anything,
but only God who gives the growth.
The earth has yielded its increase; God, our God, shall
bless us.
I want to thank You for today,
For fellowship and peace.
I truly needed both of them,
Your blessings never cease.
Has been one of such joy
That even a weary body
Can’t distract or annoy.
Was such a great blessing,
And spending time in fellowship
Helped my weary soul sing.
I lift my thanks and praise.
You always know just what I need,
Your blessings still amaze!
And my God will supply every need of yours according to
his riches in glory in Christ Jesus.
The Lord is good to all, and his mercy is over all that
he has made.
I keep Your word within my heart,
Your counsel on my mind.
It is Your peace that my soul seeks
When things start to unwind.
Outside of Your mercy,
And when the world seems upside down
You’re where I want to be.
All praise I give to You.
For in You I find rest, and hope,
And strength to walk on through.
Set your minds on things that are above, not on things
that are on earth.
For God alone, O my soul, wait in silence, for my hope is
from him.
You never know when they’ll stop by,
Angels sent by His grace,
But You will know by the blessings
That they leave in their place.
To lend a helping hand.
She just showed up, by chance it seemed,
But clearly as God planned.
With a kind, joyful heart.
She didn’t ask, she just stepped up,
And did more than her part.
Leaving joy in her wake.
She’d helped out in a time of need,
And just for mercy’s sake.
To those who stand in need,
And she stepped up to do just that.
She blessed us all, indeed.
Thank you, sweet lady, for the grace
With which you blessed our day.
We’re so grateful we had the chance
To meet you on your way!
And the King will answer them, ‘Truly, I say to you, as
you did it to one of the least of these my brothers and sisters, you did it to
me.’
Let each of you look not only to his own interests, but
also to the interests of others.
My home is not grand in design,
Nor have I any wealth,
But what I have, by God’s sweet grace,
Is a home and good health.
And that makes my heart sing.
For just enough is all I need
To count it a blessing.
So, I’m blessed by knowing
That I’m loved and redeemed by Him
The universe calls King!
I am not saying this because I am in need, for I have
learned to be content whatever the circumstances. I know what it is to be in
need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being
content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living
in plenty or in want.
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.
The world is getting to me, Lord,
I’ve felt my anger rise
At the hate and the wickedness
Born out of satan’s lies.
And tell it to wake up
Before it’s too late to turn back.
Don’t drink that poison cup.
To shape the course we’re on,
Other than to give it to You,
And, in faith, carry on.
I lose sight of Your way,
But, when I let go and trust You,
The path is clear as day.
I’m giving up to You
All that which distracts my thoughts from
Letting faith guide me through.
for we walk by faith, not by sight.
When the earth totters, and all its inhabitants, it is I
who keep steady its pillars.
This photo is a gift from TAF at Enchanted Rock
The heavens are the Lord’s canvas,
Flowing with His design,
And I can’t help but gaze in awe
At His artwork, divine.
That sweep across the sky
Lifting them from their dreary state
As they fly softly by.
In all its grand display,
But I am grateful, even more,
That His Light, marks my way.
Though grand, matters much less
Than that Light which shines on my soul
And turns back all darkness!
On the glorious splendor of your majesty, and on your
wondrous works, I will meditate.
In him was life, and the life was the light of men. The
light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.
Why does it take so long to see
What’s right before our eyes?
How can we live a miracle
And still not realize?
I saw it in the sky,
But I was busy complaining,
So it just passed me by.
Just what we want to see?
Why do the wonders seen each day,
Seem boring as can be?
The sea upon the shore,
Or even the songs of the birds
That we’ve all heard before.
Doesn’t make them less dear.
I promise you would grieve their loss,
If they should disappear.
And pause to look around.
The miracles we see each day
Continue to abound.
And I suspect you’ll find
There are more miracles each day
Than ever crossed your mind.
“Hear this, O Job; stop and consider the wondrous works
of God.
You are the God who works wonders; you have made known
your might among the peoples.