But I will stay in the arms of Him who loves me.
Who gave Himself for me.
Who holds me no matter how hard I fight.
The one who looks on and forgives.
The one who showers mercy.
Even on my darkest night.
Sunday, September 26, 2004
Friday, September 24, 2004
simplicity not so simple
Dear God, I am a sinner.
I understand that without you
I will be lost forever.
I do thank you for your Son and the price He paid
On my behalf.
I ask now that you come into my heart
and free me from the slavery of this world.
I hand my life over to you.
Lead and guide me in your righteous ways.
You are Merciful, Gracious and Just.
And I thank you for your love.
I pray all this in Jesus' precious
Holy name...
Amen.
Thursday, September 23, 2004
Britle Manuscript
Scrawled on paper - my overcoming woe;
As ink runs short, my tears still flow.
Oh brittle press, and with each day grows old,
My thoughts are empty and my hands are cold.
Yet still I write with a wounded mind
For only I'll know how I feel inside.
Mirrored landscapes will reflect opposite thoughts.
So dark and wrong; it makes my paper rot.
Days are many when I feel fine,
But I know it's coming and I dread the time.
Scrawled on paper, I write again.
Drip drop on paper - I'm opened again.
Creases are rips from years and wrongs.
And all I've done is make distorted songs.
But oh to revel, how deep the Fathers love.
And that's where I'll hope until all is done.
As ink runs short, my tears still flow.
Oh brittle press, and with each day grows old,
My thoughts are empty and my hands are cold.
Yet still I write with a wounded mind
For only I'll know how I feel inside.
Mirrored landscapes will reflect opposite thoughts.
So dark and wrong; it makes my paper rot.
Days are many when I feel fine,
But I know it's coming and I dread the time.
Scrawled on paper, I write again.
Drip drop on paper - I'm opened again.
Creases are rips from years and wrongs.
And all I've done is make distorted songs.
But oh to revel, how deep the Fathers love.
And that's where I'll hope until all is done.
In The Depths I Was Made...
In the depths I was made.To be fearful and live in
wonders.Wonders I can't even confess.Yet still I survive....by the grace of God.
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