Tag: Hope and Faith

The Wings of the Wind

Psalm 104:1-3; 1.Bless the Lord,O my soul. O LORD my God, thou art very great; thou art clothed with honour and majesty. 2. Who coverest thyself with light as with a garment: who stretchest out the heavens like a curtain: 3. Who layeth the beams of his chambers in the waters: who maketh the clouds his chariot: who walketh upon the wings of the wind: (King James Version)

He talks to my heart in a whisper

His touch is as morning rain

Yet He loves with the strength of the mountains

He walks on the wings of the wind.

His joy is a bright as the morning

His strength as bold as the steel

His eyes as tender as the dawning

He walks on the wings of the wind.

His shoulders are as broad as the ocean

His peace as calm as the sea

His power is ever unfolding

He walks on the wings of the wind.

His Name is above all others

His Truth as real as the stars

His hope forever eternal

He walks on the wings of the wind.

He walks on the wings of the wind

Strong as the day without end

My Savior, my Lord, forever will be

My King on the wings of the wind.

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He is Here

The voices are stilled within my mind

Where are they hiding?

Silence like soft cotton is all I hear

Never have they been this quiet

I do not trust them-

They always try to be heard

One may be whining

While another cries in dismay

Why is anger not screaming

Causing it’s usual turmoil?

What has happened to shame and regret?

Where are their voices of condemnation?

Why are they so quite?

Then I heard the reason

He is here! That still Small Voice

That hushes all others

My sweet Friend and Comforter-

The Holy Spirit has come

He abides within

The other voices may try to yell

Their cruel barbs

But the One Who calms the storms

Over the wind-swept seas

Has stilled my strife and fears

He has put confusion away from me

And I am at peace again.

 

 

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Glorious Breath

memories linger

haunting thoughts

deepening hole

can’t breathe

shadows dancing

reaching out

falling-falling

can’t breathe

swirling mist

lost souls

tormenting tears

falling-falling

can’t breathe

catch me-catch me

pleading-bleeding

looking up

expecting hope

lightning flashing

hands reaching

grasping-floating

saving grace

praising-loving

glorious breath

freedom-freedom

rising-rising

Glorious Breath!

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Freely Given

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!

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Behold the Face

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.

 

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A Tale That is Told

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.

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Enduring Grace

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.

 

 

 

 

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He Gave His All

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.

 

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Come Sunday

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!”

 

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Daylight and Darkness

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.

 

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