Tag: place

Psalm 23… Again

My Shepherd sweet
Meets all my need,
In pastures green,
By quiet stream… Always.

He heals my soul,
Keeps my path whole,
All for the sake
Of His great name… Always.

Though death draw near,
I will not fear,
For You’re my guide,
Right by my side… Always.

Your staff and rod
Give strength, O God!
Provisions flow
Before my foe… Always.

Oil soaks my head.
Your blessings spread,
My cup to fill
To over spill… Always.

Your goodness and
Your mercy stand…
No matter where,
They’ll meet me there… Always.

And I’ll exist,
In You subsist,
Your secret place,
Your house of grace… Always.

Orion

Hello, Orion, brightly shining in the winter night.
As time moves on, your stars aligning give my heart delight.
I still declare when seeing you that there is always hope,
For you’re prepared, you’ve set your view with all encompassed scope.

The hunter’s bow is ever ready to supply the food you need.
The warrior is always steady meeting every foe with speed.
Your eyes are focused forward to the goal with cool command,
Yet ever conscious all around the place in which you stand.

Your knees stay bent with arrow notched to move at slightest whim.
So, I am sent by God who’s watched me, called me out in Him.
To watch, to learn, to hear, to move as Holy Spirit leads—
To pray, to burn with holy love—He through me intercedes.

I still repent on bended knee, convicted when I sin.
We war against my enemy, in battles fought within.
Father meets my every need and gives me daily bread.
So, on my knees I rest indeed, submitting without dread.

Hello, Orion, brightly shining in the winter night.
As you shine on, you are reminding me of Father’s Light.
Keep running through the skies above despite the winter chill.
Your hope anew blooms while God’s love enfolds me in His will.

Brilliant Iris

I saw the sun the other morning
Peeking through a crevasse in the clouds
Like a brilliant iris of light,
(Too bright to see the color)
Staring through the vast, dark grey eyelids.
Even when the sun rose to its hidden place
Behind the upper mass of moisture,
The brightness of that spot drew my vision
Till all the last remnants of radiance
Faded to the jaded blue of the indifferent sky.
But bright hope kept shining within me…
Beyond the canopy of clouds,
Sun shone with all her beauty and
I felt touched by it, gifted with it,
As if I were a carrier of that light
In some supernatural, ephemeral way.
But no one else could see it, feel it… touch it.
So I curled the hope up inside me,
Snuggling with the joy already there
Until it blossomed into fresh faith.
Father sure knows how to paint a beautiful sky!

Psalm 139:13-18

13 For you created my inmost being;     you knit me together in my mother’s womb.  14 I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;     your works are wonderful,     I know that full well.  15 My frame was not hidden from you     when I was made in the secret place,     when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.  16 Your eyes saw my unformed body;     all the days ordained for me were written in your book     before one of them came to be.  17 How precious to me are your thoughts, God!     How vast is the sum of them!  18 Were I to count them,     they would outnumber the grains of sand—     when I awake, I am still with you.

untitled

It’s been a long, hard highway to this place
And every step a battle in my soul.
I am aware in longing for His face
That only Jesus’ blood can make me whole.

Powered by WordPress & Theme by Anders Norén

Bad Behavior has blocked 221 access attempts in the last 7 days.