No More Tears

Please help me, Lord, to only weep
When I have nothing left,
For I can truly say, my Lord
I’ve not be so bereft.

Don’t let me weep for silly things,
Things I should give to you,
For there’s no problem that’s so great
That you can’t see me through.

Don’t let me weep in self pity
Or when I’m feeling down,
For you have raised me from my sins
And offer me a crown.

So help me, Lord, to still my tears
When they begin to spill,
For crying won’t help me at all
And I know that you will.

Psalm 116:8
For you, LORD, have delivered me from death, my eyes from tears, my feet from stumbling,

Lending A Hand

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Thanks for letting me lend a hand,

Help strangers gone astray.
Just being kind to someone else
Has really made my day.
 

I didn’t think a thing would lift

My winter weary heart,
But doing something just to help
Was quite a lovely start.
 
Tomorrow maybe I can do
Another something kind.
I’ll have to keep my heart alert
To see what I can find!

In Sickness and In Faith

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I feel the fever rise in me,

My broken body aches,
But though my body may be weak
My spirit never breaks.
 
Though sickness wracks my body now,
I know that it will end,
And, however scarred my body,
My spirit He will mend.
 
So let the illness come and go,
My spirit stands uncrushed,
And I will raise my joyful praise
Though all the world stands hushed.
 
Proverbs 18:14
The human spirit can endure in sickness, but a crushed spirit who can bear.

Romans 8: 24-25

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I rest my hope upon your word

And look for your return,
For your love is the only thing
I’ve never had to earn.
So I will wait with confidence,
What you teach I will learn,
And I will hope in faithfulness
For your promised return.
 
Romans 8: 24-25
24 For in this hope we were saved. But hope that is seen is no hope at all. Who hopes for what they already have? 25 But if we hope for what we do not yet have, we wait for it patiently.

A Golden Crown

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A crown of gold about my head

Means so much less to me
Than the blood stained crown of thorns that
Won my soul’s victory.

Just Out of Reach

 

 

Everything I think that I want

Seems just beyond my reach,
Which leads me, Lord, to understand
You still have much to teach.
 
For when I stretch beyond my reach
I see what I had missed,
And what I’ve learned when I’ve struggled
Is not lightly dismissed.
 
So let me reach with joyful heart
To come closer to you
And give me strength and wisdom for
The reaching I must do.
 
Psalm 119:48
I reach out for your commands, which I love, that I may meditate on your decrees.

Sparkle!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Am I a likeness of my deeds

Or are they a likeness of me?
And have I done all I could do
To make either all they should be?
 
Have I reached out to one in need
Or held a lonely person’s hand?
Have I upheld a weary heart?
Did I take time to understand?
 
And are my deeds merely done well,
Is it enough to do what’s right?
Or should my deeds sparkle with more,
Should they reflect His loving light?

Mists of Fear

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My little worries nag at me,

They wrap me like a mist.
They twine their fingers through my day
And tighten like a fist.
 
But I will not succumb to them,
I’ll trust you’ll see me through,
But I’ll do all that I can do
And leave the rest to you.
 
Psalm 25:1
In you, LORD my God, I put my trust.

Thanks and Praise

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I thank you for my family

I thank you for dear friends
I thank you that we’re safe and sound
When every new day ends.
 
I thank you for the loving heart
That’s curled up by my knee.
I thank you for the ones who serve
To keep us safe and free.
 
I thank you for the words you send
Each time I write my praise.
I thank you for the loving grace
That blesses all my days.
 
1 Chronicles 29:13
Now, our God, we give you thanks, and praise your glorious name.

Simple Thanks

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tonight my praise is simple, Lord.

My thanks for all those I love,
The ones with two feet and with four,
Who are there for push and shove.
They love me when I’m happy
And also when I am blue,
Cause, right or wrong, good or bad,
They are there to see me through.