Diving In

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When you give me a task to do

And tell me to begin,
Don’t let me hesitate or pause.
Help me to dive right in.

When someone reaches out to me

With strength that’s wearing thin,
Don’t let me stand and watch them drown.
Help me to dive right in.

When I feel like I’m lost at sea

And life sets me a spin,
Please teach me to not fear the waves.
Help me to dive right in.

Joy Will Return

I thought that all my lovely days

Were scattered in the past,
But I awoke to joyful skies
And laughter that will last.
For, though great sorrow tugs at me
And worries dog my heel,
I know that you’ll renew my joy
And my pain soon will heal.

Job 8:21

He will yet fill your mouth with laughter and your lips with shouts of joy.

Colossians 3:23

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

She’s just a little pink blossom

That’s growing in a pot;
There’s very little she can do,
So much that she cannot.
And yet she stands, her face aglow,
Grateful for what she’s got,
And does her best to make her pot
A better, brighter spot.

Like her, I have no list of skills,

To grace my mortal span,
And yet I work with all my heart,
I do the best I can
To fill the role God set for me
Within his perfect plan;
To brighten up my own small pot
And cheer my fellow man.

Colossians 3:23

Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for men .

Midnight Chats

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Why do you wait til darkest night

And wake me from my sleep
To teach me what I need to hear,
The words that I should keep?

Why not connect in broad daylight

When I am wide awake;
Why wait until I ache for sleep?
Have you some point to make?

Of course, I spend days on the run,

With chaos in my wake,
And trying to get through all that
Would be a big mistake.
 
Then, in the evenings when I pray,
It’s all about my needs.
There isn’t much time you can plant
Those thought provoking seeds.

So that leaves us with midnight chats,

When my mind’s still and clear,
And you can speak to me and know
That I’ll listen and hear.

Having A Life

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sometimes I tease about my life,

I say I haven’t any,
But in reality my life
Is filled with blessings many.

So let me skip the jest today,

Let me cut right to the chase,
Thank you, Lord, for my rich life
And for your abundant grace!

Isaiah 52:12

Wherever life may carry you,

However long the way,

The lord will keep watch over you

And guide you through each day.

 

Be not afraid to follow him,

To fly as he commands,

For he will guard you on your way

And hold you in his hands.

Isaiah 52:12

But you will not leave in haste or go in flight; for the LORD will go before you, the God of Israel will be your rear guard.

The Mists of Sin

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When I worry that I am lost

My fears start closing in.
Then I recall that I’m redeemed,
You’ve swept away my sin
As you break up the morning mist
Until your light shines in.

Isaiah 44:22

I have swept away your offenses like a cloud, your sins like the morning mist. Return to me, for I have redeemed you.

Patience and Its Lack

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

If patience is a virtue, Lord,

I’m not too virtuous.
Sometimes I let my temper slip;
It can be disastrous.

It’s not that things should not be said.

It’s how they leave my mouth.
I hold it in until I’m mad;
A flood after the drouth.

It’s not even the words I say

That cause me such dismay.
It’s that I let them spill in rage;
My temper on display.

Oh Lord, please help me find a way

To say what should be said,
Not with anger in my heart,
But with patience instead.

2 Timothy 4:2

Preach the word; be prepared in season and out of season; correct, rebuke and encourage—with great patience and careful instruction.

Summer Ends Too Soon

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I feel the autumn drawing near,

Though summer lingers on.

The flights of songbirds slowly leave,

The butterflies are gone.

 

The winter birds are moving in,

The cormorants and geese.

The sheep out in the pastures soon

Will grow a thicker fleece.

 

I’m not prepared for summer’s end,

Though autumn too can please

With crisp, sharp air and tinted leaves

Scattering with each breeze.

 

The seasons pass so quickly now,

But each one brings its grace,

So I will savor summer’s warmth

And smile at autumn’s face.

Organization

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I cannot keep my schedule straight,

I’m late, or I’m too soon.
I have to write down each day’s chores,
My desk is tossed and strewn.
I run in circles half the time;
A silly, lost buffoon.
Yet with no effort shown at all
You guide the rising moon.

You place the stars upon their track

And keep the sun on course.
The universe bows down to you,
For you’re the greater force.
For all the order that I seek,
My means are crude and coarse,
But yours are effortless and true
For you’re the flawless source.

Job 25:2

Dominion and awe belong to God; he establishes order in the heights of heaven.