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Walk through this thing called life
Encounter the happiness
The expectant hope
Fly with the joy of the flower
After refreshing rains
This gift of the day
Freely given
Open it! and live beyond yourself
Into the needs of others
That only love can meet
Thank You, Father!
I want to wash all cares away
With living waters so supreme
Sing the glorious’Amazing Grace’
See the smiles of my Savior King.
I want to wear a crown of gold
With jewels so sparkling bright
Live in a mansion like I’ve been told
Bask in the glory of Heaven’ Light.
I want to see my Master’s home
With the angels all around
Smell the fragrance of each room
Listen to each heavenly sound.
I want to be for all eternity
With my Lord and King
Praise Him with heart-felt sincerity
Hear the voices of the angels sing.
I want to walk forever free
With God’s only begotten Son
Talk with Him about all I see
And behold the face of the Holy One.
Psalm 90:9 For all our days are passed away in thy wrath: we spend our years as a tale that is told.”
“We spend our days as a tale that is told.”
From our infancy until we are considered old
So what will our life’s tale have to say,
About our walk into this God-given day?
Were we good children when put to the test?
Was patience a nearly impossible quest?
Would we bring honor to our God and King?
If our life was to be our only offering?
Our days are flying by at eternal speed
As God is still meeting our earthly need
So will this be the testimony of our broken soul?
The tale that Christ Jesus has made us whole?
OH! We must tell the tales that need to be told!
The ones about Heaven and the streets of gold
Show the children the paths to be trod
How to be saved by the truths of God
We need to speak about the love that flowed so free
From Calvary’s timbered bloody tree
OH! Sinner listen and don’t walk hell’s path
The Word tells us of the Father’s eternal wrath
The Truth has been told for God cannot lie
There are two places to go when we die
We will be responsible for what we behold
For God has written down the tale our life told.
Day comes before the night
Night before the day
Each has it’s turn to dance
Before they go away
Darkness reaps as in a trance
Before succumbing to the light
Dawn exposes the wrongs
That Jesus would make right
Daily heeding the coming day
The blackness recedes
And backs away
Time must fulfill its alloted needs
As it searches on and on
Reaping the whirlwind
Then is gone
Shadows linger upon the mortal’s face
Coldness holds on to the heart
In it’s unholy embrace
Darkness again makes a call
From it’s lonely, hopeless place
Must not listen or we will fall
Oh do not heed this bequiling voice
Make the Light of God your chosen way
Repentance should be the only choice
For therein lives the hope of day
Within all the human race
Yes the Light has birthed and Spirit borne
The Father’s enduring grace.
No wonder the Father will be angry
When His earthly children fail to see
The miracle of what He had done
When He sent His only begotten Son
This special gift from heaven above
Arrived with all power, authority, and love
Redemtion came as a babe that day
To be the Truth, the Life, and the Way
Bound by the promise to give His all
He willingly answered the Father’s call
His Mama wept her tears of grateful joy
As she held her precious little Boy
Knowing as they were streaming down her face
She had been touched by wondrous grace
Now every mother’s child can chose to be
Redeemed and miraculously set free
“Choose ye this day” is still the call
To serve the One who gave His all.
The future danced
Beyond my thoughts
He had said, “Come Sunday,
We would be together again-
Just hang on to the hope ahead.”
Then it happened!
I said the wrong thing
Stress exploded
Shattering the promise
Rivers of regret flooded my soul
Tears watered my pillow
As I waited-broken and alone
Haunting questions
Would he forgive? Is he okay?
Already hurt by the grief of loss
Making arrangements
Through the cords of pain
Others imposing their will
Taking away his right to be
Wasn’t that what I had done?
So I watched for him
Waiting, listening, not knowing
Praying his words would come true
For he had said, “Come Sunday,
We would be together again.”
Friday brought him close enough
To see him briefly
And to say words shrouded
In the sadness of broken dreams
Then a phone call, a glimmer of hope
And I said, “We didn’t make it to Sunday did we?”
He asked in a voice as broken as mine
“Do you want to make it to Sunday?”
“Oh, Yes!” I cried. “Come see me when you can.”
My heart soared on wings of love
As on Saturday, God showed us forgiving grace
“Come Sunday” and my love was here!”
Daylight and darkness through my window streams
Waking me when the night shadows lift
Then at evening’s tide lulling me into my dreams
Each new day bringing to me it’s glorius gift.
Will I open this bounty of goodness and grace?
Or fretfully peek into tomorrow’s box of woe?
Unopened gifts that my memories cannot embrace
Only gather dust their contents to never show.
The Father sends His gifts wrapped in the quiet morn
Floating on the fragrace of the dawn’s fragile rose
Mercy and forgiveness share joys that are freely borne
To my hurting heart, the reason only He knows.
It is up to me now to carry to the end of my day
These precious gifts of love that He does bestow
And with His Light to show me the way
I will open the gift of eternity’s rainbow.
I had asked God for a miracle today
But the answer had not come
I had cried out in my selfish way
Expecting Him to jump and run
Where is my miracle? I need You so!
I have asked in the Lord’s Name
Dear God, why are You being so slow?
Everything is just the same!
As I was crying out to Him
A little girl called my name
And with a smile as bright as the sun
Through the door she came.
And God said, “There is your miracle today.”
Then my oldest daughter came through that door
Upset with the things of the day
As I smiled at her, this child I adore
She gave me a kiss as she went on her way
And God said, “There is your miracle today.”
My wonderful husband and son
Came through that very same door
Smiling and laughing, having such fun
Making my heart and spirit soar
And God said, “There is your miracle today.”
Dear God I ask forgiveness for my selfish thoughts
And with a humble heart I pray
Never let me forget the grace by which I was bought.
And God Said, “There is your miracle today!”
Under the shadow of an empty cross
My Lord found me so lonely and lost
Tempted and tried I had fallen from grace
I just wanted to hide in a dark dreary place.
But from the bondage of my tormented soul
I heard Him whisper, “I can make you whole.”
“Oh, crying child don’t you see?
“By Holy Grace I have ransomed thee!”
No longer the captive of shameful tears
He cleansed by heart of all it’s fears
and brought me beyond my cross of shame
To an old wooden one that bore His name.
He walked me out of that shadowy night
Into the glory of His precious saving Light
I felt His love embracing me
As by Holy Grace he set me free.
There’s not much joy in a sack full of holes
Nor in heavy burdens that exact their tolls
Empty sacks can’t get us anywhere
Hard are the burdens ‘we’ won’t share.
We’ll carry each little hurt, along with the pain
Not letting go, “What have ‘we’ to gain?”
“We’re not the ones who are at fault!”
“Why, should ‘we’ forgive?” “Bring hate to a halt?”
“Never,” ‘we’ say, “will ‘we’ forgive!”
“No, never, as long as ‘we’ live!”
Harboring these burdens of turmoil and strife
‘We’ allow them complete control of our life.
‘We’ in our own selfish, uncaring thoughts
Can’t seem to remember, nor do as ‘we’ ought
For God’s Word has told ‘us’ in more ways than one
Christ Jesus paid the price-redemption’s work is done!
He is asking ‘us’ now to lay down the hate
To forgive each other-it’s not to late
Let’s fill our hearts with joy galore
Extending mercy like never before.
‘We’ cast all of our cares on His strong back
Forgetting the past as love fills ‘our’ sack
Continuing on now forgiveness in tow
‘We’ receive God’s grace by ‘Letting Go!’
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