Sing For Joy to the Lord

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sing Glory, Glory to the Lord

And let your hearts be light,
For He still rules this broken world
Through His eternal might!
 
Sing Glory, Glory to the Lord
And lift your praises high.
Though dark clouds hover near the earth,
His love will light the sky!
 
Sing Glory, Glory to the Lord
And rest upon His Grace,
For even night’s most fearsome gloom
Can never hide His face.
 
Psalm 95:1
Come, let us sing for joy to the LORD; let us shout aloud to the Rock of our salvation.

Like Jonah At Sea

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A little bit of sorrow and

A little bit of joy
A moment of forgetfulness
That really does annoy
The friends who always make me laugh
And those I’ve left behind
The family that I have lost
And those I still can find
The ups and downs of every day
Life’s daily ebb and flow
I’d love to give it all a rest
But I’ve got waves to go.
 
I know someday I’ll rest on shore
Beyond the surf’s rough swell
But right now I feel tossed on seas
That only He can quell.
 
Jonah 1:11
The sea was getting rougher and rougher. So they asked him, “What should we do to you to make the sea calm down for us?”

Colossians 3:13

When pressures mount throughout the day

And tempers wear too thin,
Remember God’s love and his charge
To love your fellow men.
 
Remember that grace, shown to you,
Is meant to be passed on.
For his forgiveness is a gift
That lasts when strife is gone.
 
Be not too quick to see the wrong,
Yet swift to set things right,
For forgiveness of a wrong
Kindles a sacred light.
  



Colossians 3:13
Bear with each other and forgive one another if any of you has a grievance against someone. Forgive as the Lord forgave you.

Keep Your Friends Close

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In our troubles we lean on friends,

We face grief side by side.
There’s no struggle too hard for friends,
We take them all in stride.
 
In times of joy we turn to friends
To share our bliss and cheer,
For happiness will overflow
When those we love are near.
 
Our friends are those who share our world,
Live knowing our embrace,
But they are also those whom God
Has sent us through his Grace.
 
Regard each friend as if a gift
And gather them around,
For they are treasures sent from God;
A blessing most profound.
  
1 John 4:11
Dear friends, since God so loved us, we also ought to love one another.

The Last Leaves

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The last leaves on a barren tree

Weep for all they have lost,
But still they cling to hopeful joy,
However they are tossed.
For they know that, though they despair,
God holds them in His hand
And when the storm winds rip them free
He’ll bring them safe to land.

The Brambles on the Path

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The world can be so overgrown

With brambles, thorns and weeds;
Most have grown from the seeds we’ve sown
Through hurtful words and deeds.
But God forgives and protects us,
He knows our fears and needs,
And there, among the fiercest thorns,
He’s planted blessing’s seeds.
 
So struggle through the thickest snares
And lift your voice in praise,
For God will lead you through the thorns
And into better days!

Gratitude

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Though it was quite by accident

That she was planted here,
Among the Shasta daisies and
The vegetables so drear,
Yet still she chose to keep her face
Raised up in gratitude,
For she knows the best blooms come from
A cheerful attitude.
 
The soil in which her roots grow deep
Is not the best for her,
And yet she still grows joyfully
Where nothing’s left to stir.
For gratitude is more that smiles
When others choose to scorn;
Gratitude provides the loam
Where new blessings are born.
 
So now, when all the rest are gone,
Her blessings bloom and grow,
For gratitude has helped her through
The toughest times she’ll know!

Fear of Flight

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

You guided me along the way

And lead me, safe, back home.
I rest upon your mighty wing
Whenever I must roam.
For you have never failed me, Lord;
You lift up in flight
And give me shelter when I rest
Before advancing night.

The Return of the Prodigal

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tossed too long in the stormy sea,

Your face is scarred by years
Of life that left you changed and lost.
You washed up on your tears.
 
The very hills that once were yours
Look down upon you now
And do not recognize your face,
Your weather beaten brow.
 
Yet, as you settle down upon
That once familiar shore,
You find that you no longer hope
To ever leave it more.
 
You've realized what you endured
Has polished off the rind
That hid the heart God touched with life,
Leaving His Grace behind.
 
Luke  15:
31 “‘My son,’ the father said, ‘you are always with me, and everything I have is yours. 32 But we had to celebrate and be glad, because this brother of yours was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found."

After the Storm

The ceaseless rains flooded the land

And bruised the troubled sea,
But then the sun came out again
And brought new hope to me.
 
I almost broke before the storm,
My soul was on its knee,
In faith, I prayed you’d intercede;
That faith has set me free.
 
So now I lift my voice in song
To sing in harmony
With heaven, and with grateful earth
And all the boundless sea!
 



Psalm 96:11
Let the heavens rejoice, let the earth be glad; let the sea resound, and all that is in it.