Standing Strong - Re-posted

My roots run deep, high on this ridge,

Though I stand here alone;

I’ll hold my ground in this high place,

I’ll make this crag my own.

And though the winds may whip me here

I’ll stand against their might

For I am mightier than they,

You give me strength to fight.

Though bitter rains tear at my roots,

Or drought makes dust of loam,

I will stand where you planted me;

And make the rocks my home.

Job 39: 27-28

Does the eagle soar at your command and build its nest on high?

It dwells on a cliff and stays there at night; a rocky crag is its stronghold.

Faith, However Flawed - Re-Posted

I know it isn’t without flaw,

But my faith rests in you.
I know the storms will come and go
And that you’ll see me through.
I know that my faith wobbles some,
That it is sometimes frail,
But, with my faith or without it,
Your love will never fail.
 
Lamentations 3:22
Because of the LORD’s great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail.

Where We Are - Re-posted

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

He finds us where we go to hide
Within our tears and pain
He finds us in our dark despair
And brings us home again.

So like the Wise men years ago
Pursued a distant star
He hears the crying of our soul;
He finds us where we are.

Although the way is perilous
And though it’s wrought with fears
Still He will find us where we are
And love us through our tears.

He will not notice our disgrace,
The dark and bitter scar,
He only sees the soul He loves.
He loves us where we are.

 

Luke 15: 3-6

Then Jesus told them this parable: “Suppose one of you has a hundred sheep and loses one of them. Doesn’t he leave the ninety-nine in the open country and go after the lost sheep until he finds it? And when he finds it, he joyfully puts it on his shoulders 6 and goes home. Then he calls his friends and neighbors together and says, ‘Rejoice with me; I have found my lost sheep.’

Walking In Faith - Re-posted

I need to keep “walking in faith”,

That’s not an easy thing,
It seems instead I walk in dread
Of what each day might bring.
 
They say that faith will heal my fear,
I must keep that in mind.
Why am I still inclined to doubt,
When You have been so kind?
 
I know the way, You walked it first,
And I should follow You,
But I, instead, still walk with dread.
A sad fact, but it’s true.
 
You have shown me, time and again,
That You’ll be here for me,
Maybe I should let go the doubt
I’ve clung to pointlessly
And take that first step back on track
To walking faithfully.

The Little Things - Re-posted

There are miracles unfathomed

In every little thing:
Who chose the colors leaves would turn
And taught the birds to sing?
What makes the river, fresh and sweet,
Spill into ocean’s salt?
Why are some mountains robed in green
While others show each fault?
Who picked the petals for each bloom
And tucked them on the stem?
Why do the mushrooms, bright and red,
Grow when the world’s most grim?
 
Who laid the plans for each of these,
And formed them with his hand?
Who could have known so many things
That we don’t understand?
What mighty force of will and mind
Worked with each small aspect
So that each part fit in its place
With no flaw to detect?
We look for miracles profound
His glories to proclaim,
But I find it’s the little things
Which justify His name!
 
Psalm 147:5
Great is our Lord and mighty in power; his understanding has no limit

Coming to Port - Re-posted

I once set sail upon a sea

And knew not where I’d land,
But I knew that both ship and I
Were sailing in God’s hand.
 
I knew the wind that filled my sails
Was born within His heart.
So even when the tides ran slack,
Those winds would not depart.
 
Within the rising of the gale
When all my seas grew rough,
I knew that His strength would be there
And it would be enough.
 
And when I came at last to port,
My final journey done,
I knew that I would find my rest
Beside His shining Son.

Photo is a blessing from C.M.. Thank you!!

Don't Let Go - Re-Posted

It alone keeps lingering on

When all the rest are done.
It’s long since past that moment when
The bragging rights were won,
And yet it lingers on the branch
Where winter’s left its mark.
The only spark of color in
A world gone grey and dark.
 
It don’t know what its purpose is,
Its plan or its intent,
I only know its message is
Most surely heaven sent.
For I was close to giving up
With nothing left to show,
Until I saw what faith can do
When it will not let go.
 
1 Timothy 1:19
holding on to faith and a good conscience, which some have rejected and so have suffered shipwreck with regard to the faith.

Look Up - Re-posted

Things often seem precarious

When we’re perched on the edge,
And we think we might just get by
If we could reach the ledge.
Yet there’s a trick known by the few
Who always seem to thrive,
They simply choose to look to God
And thank Him they’re alive.
 
So don’t give up, look up instead.
Don’t fear life on the edge.
When you grow up toward His light
You’ll grow right past the ledge.

Finding My Faith - Re-Posted

I try to soar without a fear,

Letting faith be my guide,
But there are days when I just want
To hunker down and hide.
It’s in those days that I reach out,
My need drives me to call
To ask You to lift me again,
Or catch me when I fall.
And every time I say that prayer,
Humbled by worry’s wraith,
I find You’ve cleared the skies enough
For me to find my faith.
 
Isaiah 57:14
And it will be said: “Build up, build up, prepare the road! Remove the obstacles out of the way of my people.”

Don't Be That Bird - Re-Posted

They met upon a windy shore

As if purely by chance,
But it was not the swirling wind
That stirred their little dance.
 
No, it was the half loaf of bread
That brought them face to face
With one offering blessings to
The one demanding grace.
 
How like the prayers we raise to God
With all our “Lord, give me’s”.
He gladly offers what we need
Even without our pleas.
 
And though He gives generously,
We keep asking for more
Instead of saying, “Thank You, Lord”.
We’re that bird on the shore.