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.
A teardrop
in a time of grief,
A whispered
word of prayer,
A song of gratitude
and joy,
Or heartbreaking
despair.
Each from a humble
soul,
Each one needing
His perfect grace
To make the
broken whole.
But because
of his great love for us, God, who is rich in mercy, made us alive with Christ
even when we were dead in transgressions—it is by grace you have been saved.
We never
know when it will come,
The call
that brings us home.
We may live 90
years or more
Above the
peaceful loam,
And never
see the night
Before we’ve
walked into the warmth
Of His
enduring light.
Because we
can’t conceive
Of how close
death walks by our side,
Despite what
we believe.
We need to
keep in mind
The Words by
which we’re called live,
The path
we’re meant to find.
And laid the
path to walk,
But it’s our
choice to follow Him
Or simply
talk the talk.
From what we’re
called to do,
It matters
that we keep our eyes
On Him who
leads us through.
And go too
far astray,
We may not have
found our way back
When we come
to that day.
And where
You’ve walked, follow.
So, when it’s
my turn to come home,
I won’t have
far to go.
Then Jesus
said to his disciples, “Whoever wants to be my disciple must deny themselves
and take up their cross and follow me.
I lay out
plans for each new day,
All I intend
to do,
But most
days I forget to pause
And run
those plans by You.
As thoughtlessness,
most days.
I tend to
get up and head out
Focused on
my own ways.
How quickly
I forget,
Until I’m caught
in my own plans
And,
suddenly, regret!
Regret that
I did not ask You
To lead me by
Your ways.
Regret that
I lost sight of You
While running
my own maze.
And gave no
thought to You,
Until I
needed Your guidance
To help find
my way through.
But after
much travail.
If I had
only asked You first,
I’d have a
smoother trail.
But I’d have
what I need
To walk the
path with peaceful heart,
If I just
let You lead.
To pause and
pray each day,
Before I
step out on the path
And get in
my own way.
May these
words of my mouth and this meditation of my heart be pleasing in your sight Lord,
my Rock and my Redeemer.
How do we
bear up under grief?
That weight shatters
the heart,
And shrouds it
in a darkened veil
That joy can’t
draw apart.
Which finds
its root in man,
But, in the
grace and peace of Christ,
We find the
strength which can.
Shattered once
more by life,
I pray that
You would heal the wounds
And tears that
run so rife.
That You are
close to me
In times of
sorrow, as in joy,
And I’ll
wait patiently
My broken
heart to mend.
The only
healing that will work
Is Your love,
without end.
The Lord is
close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.
We worry and
we rush through life
With lists
of things to do,
When all that
we need for relief
Is just to
rest in You.
But it’s hard
to let go.
Until we sit
still long enough
To hear what
we should know.
Born out of
loving grace,
The kind of
peace that lets us leave
Our frenzied
daily pace
Of being
close to You.
In truth, oh
Lord, there’s nothing else
That my
heart wants to do.
And the
peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and
your minds in Christ Jesus.
Glory, glory
to God on High!
Hosanna to
His name!
In awe, I
watch as heaven sings,
His wonders
to proclaim.
But I know
every word.
For I have
sung that song myself
And all the
world has heard.
As heaven
sings along.
Declare the
glory of the Lord.
Sing His
praise with your song.
The songs
that heaven sings
Echo the peace
that fills my heart,
The joy that
His grace brings.
The heavens
declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands.
Day after
day they pour forth speech; night after night they reveal knowledge.
They have no
speech, they use no words; no sound is heard from them.
Yet their
voice goes out into all the earth, their words to the ends of the world.
Bear patiently
and offer grace
To those who
walk with you,
For we have each
received blessings
So far
beyond our due.
Protect those
who are weak,
And keep a
mindful guard upon
The words
you choose to speak.
With all
that we possess,
But we are
also called to love
Our fellow
man no less.
Be
completely humble and gentle; be patient, bearing with one another in love.
