Watch Over Me

Oh Lord, today I’m not as well

As I would like to be.
I’m fighting off a mean old cold,
But I can’t quite shake free.
I’m sorry that today my praise
Is inane and paltry,
But I’m grateful that won’t stop You
From watching over me.
 
For Your love is not based upon
My skill at poetry
Or even on my follow through
With each daily ditty.
If I were not to write again
Your love would always be
The one thing I could still count on
To keep watch over me.
 
Psalm 121:3
He will not let your foot slip— he who watches over you will not slumber;

Looking For The Path

I’m so far off the path, my Lord,

I can’t see it from here.
I’d love to get back on it, but
Just how isn’t quite clear.
 
The weeds of all the things I’ve done
Have grown, Lord, oh so high
That I don’t think I can get through,
And I’m afraid to try.
 
Oh Lord, please come and find me soon,
I’m lost as I can be.
I know You’ll help me find the path
That, right now, I can’t see.
 
Psalm 119:176
I have strayed like a lost sheep. Seek your servant, for I have not forgotten your commands.

Close By Me

Sometimes I wonder where You are

When I am running scared
Or when I have to face something
That’s greater than I’ve dared.
 
But each time that ask myself
Why You should even care
I turn around, only to find,
That You are always there.
 
You’ve never let me fly alone
Though I may sometimes doubt,
And when I’ve felt trapped in that doubt,
You’ve always lead me out.
 
So I will stay close by You, Lord,
And You stay close by me.
You are my strength and my refuge,
As You will always be.
 
Psalm 73:28
But as for me, it is good to be near God. I have made the Sovereign Lord my refuge; I will tell of all your deeds.

Loving the Rain

It’s not a curse, it’s a blessing

That falls all winter long
It taps a winter melody
That bids me sing along
 
I know that some decry the rain
Complaining bitterly,
But I love hearing that old song
That it’s singing for me.
 
So hide beneath your umbrella
While I turn up my face
And thank the Lord for the new blooms
That will soon take rain’s place.
 
Acts 14:17
Yet he has not left himself without testimony: He has shown kindness by giving you rain from heaven and crops in their seasons; he provides you with plenty of food and fills your hearts with joy.”

Arms Wide Open

One thing I’ve learned as I’ve grown old,

Though I keep much inside,
There isn’t much that I can’t do
With my arms open wide.
 
I cannot fly with my wings furled
Or even land on shore.
There’s no way I can hug a friend
Whom I love and adore.
 
I cannot reach out to the Lord
With arms clinched to my side.
So don’t mind me, I’m living life
With my arms open wide!

Looking for Him

He sits alone upon the bough

His gaze turned heavenward.  
For that is where he thinks he’ll see
The true face of the Lord.
 
He never turns his gaze aside
For fear he’ll miss the chance
To see God in His heaven there,
Even a passing glance.
 
And all the while he seeks for God
In heaven’s distant face,
He fails to see God is right there
In his familiar space.
 
For God created heaven’s sweep
And all the earth below.
All those who seek Him need but look
In places that they know.
 
He’s in the blossom on the stem,
The bird singing at dawn.
He soars, and roars and swims the seas,
He is the resting fawn.
 
One need not watch heaven alone
When searching for His face,
For you can see Him in yourself,
If only just a trace.
 
Nehemiah 9:6
You alone are the Lord. You made the heavens, even the highest heavens, and all their tarry host, the earth and all that is on it, the seas and all that is in them. You give life to everything, and the multitudes of heaven worship you.

Tired, but Happy

I’m crazy busy these days, Lord,

With no time to slow down.
You’d think I’d be exhausted now,
And wear a constant frown.
 
But I am needed where I am,
And that brings me delight,
As all those little piles of chores
Are great gifts in my sight.
 
You’ve blessed me in the work I do
And those who work with me.
I may be worn out right now, Lord,
But I’m so glad to be!
 
Psalm 90:17
May the favor of the Lord our God rest on us; establish the work of our hands for us— yes, establish the work of our hands.

Fading Blooms

They blossom for a little while,

They wither and then die.
The vine dries up and blows away,
And time bids them good-bye.
 
There is no trace that they once lived.
The world will not recall
That they once twined within the grass,
Or that they bloomed at all.
 
But we are not like fading blooms,
That leave no trace behind.
For we can leave a lasting mark
That all who pass may find.
 
But it is up to us to choose
What our mark ought to be,
And it is those choices we make
The bind or set us free.
 
Yes, we can choose to be that bloom
That time withers away,
Or choose, instead, to leave a mark
To lights another’s way.
 
Psalm 103:14-16
The life of mortals is like grass, they flourish like a flower of the field; the wind blows over it and it is gone, and its place remembers it no more.

Seeds of Hope

They are so small, those seeds of hope

That grow to be great things
And it is from such tiny seeds
That mighty timber springs.
They do not question if it’s right
They raise their boughs and grow
And that’s the kind of faith in grace
That I must learn to know.
 
I know that my faith now is small,
I fight so hard to cope,
But I can see myself some day
Grown strong from seeds of Hope.
 
Matthew 13:32
Though it is the smallest of all seeds, yet when it grows, it is the largest of garden plants and becomes a tree, so that the birds come and perch in its branches.”

My Task

I caught of glimpse of what you saw

When you gave me this task.
I wondered why You needed me,
Though I did not dare ask.

And what a sight it was to see.
Oh Lord, my spirits soar,
And that small glimpse was all I need
To make me long for more!
 
So let’s get back to work, dear Lord.
There’s still so much to do,
And I’m excited for this task.
I want to see it through!
 
Ephesians 2:10
For we are God’s handiwork, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do.