2 Corinthians 12:9

I know that I’m a broken soul

I know I can’t be healed

I know that when I face my Lord

All sins will be revealed

The fear and shame cause me to weep

And then I see your face

You look at me through blood and thorns

And I recall my place

Is at your feet and in your light

Relying on your grace

In service to enduring love

And wrapped in your embrace

The pain you suffered in my name

Will never wash away

And yet that blood can heal my soul

And make me whole one day.

2 Corinthians 12:9

And He said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for My strength is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore most gladly I will rather boast in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me.

Galatians 6: 7 - 9

In my secret little garden

Where cheery blossoms grow

I often find a snarling weed

That’s grown up in a row

I pull the weeds and they grow back

To strangle my bright blooms

They try to pull my blossoms down

And quench their sweet perfumes

I must be ever vigilant

To keep my garden clean

I can’t allow the weeds to thrive

For what we sow, we glean

And so I pluck the thorny weeds

Whenever they appear

And cherish tender shoots that bear

The blossoms I hold dear

Galatians 6: 7-9
Do not be deceived: God cannot be mocked. A man reaps what he sows. The one who sows to please his sinful nature, from that nature will reap destruction; the one who sows to please the Spirit, from the Spirit will reap eternal life. Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.

The Quiet Place

I dwell in sorrow half the night,  

The chaos of the day

Can overwhelmed me ‘til I run

And try to hide-away.

But in the silence where I hide

I find good company,

For you are always waiting there

And you always love me.

I’m not your finest creation,

My faith is often frail,

But you have always stood by me

Through every new travail.

It’s not your faithfulness that’s weak

But mine that fails the test;

Yet every time I quit or fall

You hold me to your breast

And let me know that I am loved

In spite of all my shame;

You lift me up and dust me off

You call me by my name.

All of the heavenly voices

And all the songs they’ve sung

Cannot be sweeter than the sound

Of my name on your tongue

I am not worthy of your love

And yet you still love me;

Each day I chain myself with fear,

Each day you set me free.

So meet me in that silent place,

Where I am on my knees,

I’m not as strong as I should be,

But let me serve you, please.