To Just Be Still

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I need a little quiet time

To rest and hear Your voice.

I spent the day at a wild pace,

Without having a choice,

But now I get to settle down

And let my heart rejoice.

 

Oh, Lord, You brought me through this week

A bit worse for the wear,

But I am standing on my feet,

With some faith left to spare,

Because, through all the ups and downs,

I knew that You were there.

 

I heard You whisper of Your love

When I felt most worthless,

And I could feel You hold me close

In each moment of stress.

It was Your grace and Your mercy

That kept me from duress.

 

Lord, I have had a crazy week

With a lot to walk through,

But now I get to just be still

And spend some time with You.

The Fruit of Grace

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The buds of spring were summers blooms,

But autumn’s whispering,

And soon the winter rains will fall

With promises of spring.

 

The seasons come, each for a time,

And then they move along.

We dance to summer’s melody,

Til winter sings its song.

 

Still, each season brings its blessings.

Sweet life and joyful zest

Gives way to bountiful harvest,

And then a time of rest.

 

Each season holds its own purpose,

And, in its time and place,

Each season helps us grow from bud

Into the fruit of grace.

 

Ecclesiastes 3

For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven: