Please Speak Up

That still quiet voice

That leads me to you

Better speak up

 If it’s to get through.

My world is too busy

To hear a small voice,

It has to be loud

To cut through the noise,

There’s work and worry

And all of the bills.

I have to handle

Too many folk’s ills.

I’m too overwhelmed

To hear quiet words

And just sitting still,

Well, that’s for the birds!

And though I know I

Should listen to you,

You’ll have to speak up,

A small voice won’t do!

1Kings 19: 11-12

11And he said, Go forth, and stand upon the mount before the LORD. And, behold, the LORD passed by, and a great and strong wind rent the mountains, and brake 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:

12And after the earthquake a fire; but the LORD was not in the fire: and after the fire a still small voice.

Mark 9: 30-32

Though I will die,

You need not cry

For I will not be gone.

My words will speak,

To those who seek

And I will linger on.

Those words will rise

Within their eyes

Like sun awaking dawn.

When I’m unheard

My every word

Will still cry out for me.

For though I fall,

My words will call

Through all eternity.

And when I’ve gone

Those words live on

To heal humanity.

Mark 9: 30-32

 30 They left that place and passed through Galilee. Jesus did not want anyone to know where they were, 31 because he was teaching his disciples. He said to them, “The Son of Man is going to be delivered into the hands of men. They will kill him, and after three days he will rise.” 32 But they did not understand what he meant and were afraid to ask him about it.

Psalm 18

It’s just a broken, battered hulk,

A shabby memory;

Mollusk encrusted and decayed

By years washed in the sea

Yet as the haughty waves rush in,

Moving implacably,

They must break stride and wash around

The still defiant tree.

Psalm 18

³⁰ As for God, his way is perfect:
   The LORD’s word is flawless;
   he shields all who take refuge in him.
³¹ For who is God besides the LORD?
   And who is the Rock except our God?
³² It is God who arms me with strength
   and keeps my way secure.

A Tale of Two Gulls

One of stone, one of bone,

Yet both gulls seem to fly.

To the ground, one is bound,

The other to the sky.

He is strong, his life long

For he is made of stone.

But to rise to the skies

He needs weak flesh and bone.

Although bold, his are cold,

His wings, they cannot fly.

Thus he’s bound to the ground

He’ll never reach the sky.

Like a dream, it must seem

To this gull made of stone,

What great things are the wings

God made of flesh and bone.

Fragile things are our wings,

Yet, when they are unfurled,

We confound mortal ground

 And rise above the world.

A Slow Ride to Nowhere

Hitching a slow ride to nowhere

Beneath a misty sky;

I’m watching from my quiet post

As the green world slips by.

Sometimes I long to leave this perch,

To roam the living land,

But such is not your plan for me

And I trust in your plan.

So I will stay where I am perched,

It's what I want to do.

I’ve come to love this trip nowhere…

It has a lovely view.

Patient Healing

Patient as the winter’s moss

In the gentle rain,

Is the healing of a heart

That’s known too much pain.

Patience is the only way

To mend pain that real,

And tears will spill like the rain

Til the hurt can heal.

Songs of Praise

Songs of praise lift up my heart

The morning stirs from sleep

The Lord renews His pledge to me

That I am His to keep.

Songs of praise lift up my heart

The breeze’s voice is still

The Lord whispers that He loves me

He says He always will.

Songs of praise lift up my heart

The water’s smooth as glass

The Lord will hold me through this pain

He knows that it will pass.

Songs of praise lift up my heart

The mist lifts from the trees

The Lord sees all my sorrows and

He heals all that he sees

Songs of praise lift up my heart

The rain no longer falls

The Lord has dried my weary tears

He hears when my heart calls

Songs of praise lift up my heart

The morning’s peace is Grace

The Lord has filled me with his love

He turns to me His face.

Songs of praise lift up my heart

I rise to face the day

The Lord will walk each step with me

Because He knows the way.

My Joyful Heart

There's Glory in this morning,
There's joy in all my days.
I raise my voice up and rejoice;
I sing a song of praise.

Lord, Thank You for this morning
And Thank You for these days.
And Thank You for this joyful heart
That's filled with endless Praise.

Remembering to Fly

When life is dragging me to earth,

You lift my heart on high;

When I have barely strength to crawl,

You remind me to fly.

Oh Lord, this day has been too long

And I could sit and cry,

But with your love beneath my wings

I’m reaching for the sky!

Genesis 32:10

I found a bit of joy today,

And it was sweet and fine.

I turned it in at “Lost and Found’

For it could not be mine.

A quiet moment, pure and rich;

That’s much too good for me.

And yet you left it lying there,

Right there where I could see.

You love me more than I deserve,

You bless me so richly.

I’ve done so little for you, Lord,

Yet you’re so good to me

And sometimes when you bless me so

I have to turn away.

I can’t believe that it’s all mine,

I’m naught but broken clay.

Genesis 32:10
I am unworthy of all the kindness and faithfulness you have shown your servant. I had only my staff when I crossed this Jordan, but now I have become two camps.