Thinking back again, to images in my past. Desperate situations, only You could grasp. I made a mess of things, peering at the edge. You always found a way, to keep me off the ledge. I didn't know it then, but looking back I see. Your grace was most abundant, in the love You have … Continue reading Looking Back I See
Grace
Confused, Yet Not Alone
My mind a constant battlefield, many struggles deep within. I feel You reaching out to me, I messed up yet again. No one knows the thoughts I have, the exception would be You. Please take away my selfishness, and help me start anew. The morning comes to start out fresh, with You my day begins. … Continue reading Confused, Yet Not Alone
Guide Me
I hear You Lord, You speak to me. Your words unclear, please help me see. So much more, I need to know. Strong convictions, help me grow. Not understanding, just what to do. I need Your guidance, to help me through. So much sorrow, I see today. To glorify You, the only way. I feel … Continue reading Guide Me
Unworthy of Your Grace
As I sit in church today, the message fills my ears. The broken vessel housed within, holding back the tears. Prayer requests are lifted up, trivial my needs. Other's hurting so much more, my guilty heart still bleeds. Longing for the joy once felt, that day Salvation came. Wordly actions fill my thoughts, I hang … Continue reading Unworthy of Your Grace
With Me
In the world, always judged. Through Jesus Christ, filled with love. Mistakes I make, most every day. His loving grace, shows the way. That lingering thought, of what to do. The Holy Spirit, keeps me true. My purpose unclear, but soon to see. My Lord, My God, has a plan for me.
In Strength to Stand
I see the tree, how tall it stands. It's branches reaching, as if with hands. Stretching upward, to reach the place. Where He will free me, from this race. I watch the seasons, rapidly passing. Yet for some reason, not always grasping. He is with me, night and day. Yet I allow life, to block … Continue reading In Strength to Stand
Holes Are Deep
Have you ever wished you could go back in time to re-do things? Why is that? We can't change the past, although sometimes we wish we could. If we changed the past, our present and future would also be altered. Sometimes it's hard to see that good things can come from our mistakes or from … Continue reading Holes Are Deep
Wounded by Words
Insecurity runs deep, refusal to admit. Until the anger rises, and then we feel the hit. With fury words come out, which never should be said. No apology enough, to clear them from our head. Why we say these things, to cause hurt to another. The words so painfully sting, yet we say we love … Continue reading Wounded by Words
Finding God in the Little Things 