Tag: weak

Sunshine

Today I feel like sunshine
Though it’s cold and wet and gray.
Inside my soul I feel fine
Though the storms of life hold sway.
It is odd but I can stand fast
Feeling rest and grace and peace
Never minding as I sail past
Other ships and harbors’ ease.

For the way of strength in Jesus
Is to know that I am weak
To acknowledge in my stresses
That His wisdom helps me seek
Past the folly of man’s goodness
Into truth and faith and love
And to stand upon God’s promise
With His new life from above.

Today I know just who I am
Though I sometimes forget
I am a child held in His hand
And should not grasp regret.
Repenting, I receive new life—
Confess, release, advance
Through Christ whose awesome sacrifice
Gives me a second chance.

Moving On

On a cold May afternoon,
When the sky was dark and gray,
And my heart was filled with gloom
From the long and dreary day,
I was waiting for a word
In my wrought-up frame of mind,
But the message that I heard
Said, “Keep moving. There’s no time.
Holy Spirit’s on the move
Spread your wings and ride the wind.
Lift your eyes and see my truth.
Trust My Love, that lives within.?
When I heard my Father speak
He dispelled my foolish doubt.
He gave strength when I was weak.
With His love, He drew me out.
Though the road seem long and hard,
I will hear the still, small voice.
When my Shepherd is in charge,
I’ll stand strong and make His choice.

Prayer

O God, who walks beside me,
O LORD, who holds me up,
Please, come now, lead and guide me.
Please, fill my empty cup.

I’m weak and I am lonely
In darkness and in doubt,
But You, the One and Only,
Bring light to lead me out.

Dear Father, take this off’ring—
My sacrifice of praise.
Dear Jesus, I am kneeling.
Please, cover me by grace.

I’m thirsty for Your righteousness
And hungry for Your word.
Please, fill me with Your holiness
And give my soul rebirth.

I’m tired, Lord, of waiting,
But I’m learning to be still
With Holy Spirit helping,
Father God, I want Your will.

Mercy

Whence cometh Mercy, poured on all she meets,
When Judgment stands against her sweet travail.
Whence cometh she whose strength is seen as weak,
To triumph yet, and through that power prevail.

For Mercy triumphs over Judgment
Each and every time her grace is called;
And Mercy triumphs over Judgment
For at the feet of Jesus, Judgment falls.

 

…Maybe (10/20/10)

Just when I think I’ll be fine…
Things are going to be okay,
Life is going to settle down…
Something happens.
In my life “something? is usually not small;
It’s a right-down-to-the-wire MAJOR issue.
According to Erma Bombeck,
“Normal is a setting on the washing machine.?
So, really, normal is a relative term.
“Normal? for me seems to be “crisis-mode.?
I am learning, like Paul, to be content in
Whatever state I am in—calm or crisis.
But it remains for me to trust that
Christ strengthens me…
Because today I know I am weak,
Fainting with the uncertainty of tomorrow.
Still… not to think this time, but to pray,
Not to trust in false hope, but to hope in true faith.
I choose again
His life within me while I am crucified with Him,
Maybe this time I’ll really die to myself
…Maybe.

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