Unfurl Your Gifts

You gave us each our special gifts
To share with all the earth,
Blessings that we are meant to share,
Given to us at birth.
And yet we often hold them tight,
Secret from the whole world,
When we are meant to live each day
With those blessings unfurled.
 
Whether through fear or just through pride,
We hoard what we should share.
So help me to open my heart
And loose the blessings there!
 
Matthew 18:18
18 “Truly I tell you, whatever you bind on earth will be bound in heaven, and whatever you loose on earth will be loosed in heaven.

Broken, But Not Cast Away

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

You had so many plans for me,

When you first shaped my life,
But I have broken what you made,
Through turbulence and strife.
 
Yet still you love me, flaws and all,
You’ve made new plans for me,
And, though I am a broken pot,
I’ll serve you willingly.

Psalm 31:12

I am forgotten as though I were dead; I have become like broken pottery.

Reflections of Grace

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I smile each time I see your face

In dawn’s first golden light
Or in the cheery dancing stream,
The stars that light the night.
 
The things I see in every day
Reflect your loving face,
Just as the happiness they bring
Reflect your loving grace.

1 Thessalonians 5:16-18

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My life can be quite prickly

When viewed from day to day,
That’s why I take time out with Him,
To chat a bit and pray.
 
This isn’t where I want to be,
But God has placed me here.
And I know that, when things get rough,
He’s always very near.
 
He may not save us from all pain,
If that pain’s in His plan,
But He will walk us through the pain
And bring us out again.

1 Thessalonians 5:16-18
Rejoice always, pray continually, give thanks in all circumstances; for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus.

No Bad Day

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I had a simple thought today,

Which brought on a great big hooray;
Since God loves me in every way,
There’s no such thing as “a bad day”!

I Will Build My House

I’ll build my house upon the Lord

And He will make it strong.
I’ll set the footings in His Word
And fill them with bright song!

But God has built another house,
Stronger than twigs and stone,
And one day I will join Him there
To sing before His Throne!

2 Corinthians 5:1
For we know that if the earthly tent we live in is destroyed, we have a building from God, an eternal house in heaven, not built by human hands.

Reflected Love

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

However dark the night may grow

The sun will always rise
Reflecting God’s love down on earth
From His golden skies
 
He planned it that way from the start
His reason, I surmise,
That man might see proof of His love
Each day, with our own eyes.

Too Many Choices

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Free Will’s supposed to be a gift.

But also it’s a curse;
So often, with each choice I make,
I skip better for worse..
 
There are so many options, Lord,
All laid out before me,
That sometimes the choice I should make
Is hard for me to see.
 
I try to pick, from all of them,
The one I know is right,
But often the wrong choice offers
Some sweet, teasing delight.
 
I don’t think of myself as weak,
But this I know is true,
Sometimes the blessing of free will
Can lead me far from You.
 
Lord, I know You have faith in me,
And in my choices still,
But I just wanted you to know
It’s HARD having Free Will.

In The Palm of His Hand

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The safest place to put your fears?

In the palm of God’s hand.
All your hopes and all your tears?
In the palm of God’s hand.
 
Lay your prayers for those you love
In the palm of God’s hand.
Lay intercessions from above
In the palm of God’s hand.
 
The safest place my heart has found,
In the palm of God’s hand.
The strength of His Love all around
In the palm of God’s hand.
 
So give to him what torments you,
For He will understand
If you ask Him to see you through,
In the palm of His hand.

Perseverance

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Solitary, on her bare branch,

She blooms with sweet delight.
She perseveres in cheerfulness,
For she was born of light.
 
Though moss consume the nearby limbs
So no more blooms can grow,
She choses to live life with joy,
Not fearing the next blow.
 
She holds her head up in the gloom,
Her color sweet and rare,
And offers her scent to the breeze,
To sweeten the dark air.
 
For she will not give in to night,
To moss or to despair;
Instead she’ll bloom with all her heart,
For God has placed here there!
 
James 1:2-3
Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith produces perseverance.