Everything hasty
gone to seed
Bedside prayers
rise silent
from hearts in despair
Glory gone but
hope rises like tomorrow’s dawn
Joy smiles wisely
under confetti skies
Gentle snow
clings diligently to
frost-blown pane
Greater still the glory
dying like evening sun
bringing glory
to glory
Promise in wilderness rest
product of grace fulfilled
in time
Shalom –
nothing missing
everything in place
“There’s something in you that wants to applaud creation and the reason is because God stocked the whole of the Earth with delight. He put it in people, in situations…it’s EVERYWHERE!” -Graham Cooke
In my heart, in my heart, there’s a fire burning
A passion deep within my soul
Not slowing down, not growing cold
An unquenchable flame that keeps burning brighter
A love that’s blazing like the sun
For who You are and what You’ve done
And as the fire is raging on
So Your praise becomes my song
The whole earth
Is filled with Your glory, Lord
Angels and men adore
Creation longs for what’s in store
(Mountains bow and oceans roar)
May You be
Honored and glorified
Exalted and lifted high
Here at Your feet I lay my life
From the ends of the earth
To the heights of Heaven
Your glory, Lord, is far and wide
Through history You reign on high
From the depths of the sea
To the mountain’s summit
Your power, Lord, it knows no bounds
A higher love cannot be found
So let the universe proclaim
Your great power and Your great name
-Starfield
I wonder as I wander out under the sky, how Jesus the Saviour did come for to die for poor ordinary people like you, and like I. I wonder as I wander out under the sky.
Sing to the Lord, all you godly ones!
Praise his holy name.
For his anger lasts only a moment,
but his favor lasts a lifetime!
Weeping may last through the night,
but joy comes with the morning.
(Psalm 30:4,5)
Unto the hills around do I lift up
my longing eyes:
oh whence for me shall my salvation come,
from whence arise?
From God the Lord doth come my certain aid,
from God the Lord who heaven and earth hath made.
-Charles Purday
(Rhyming poetry is not my usual style, but my thoughts came out in rhyme this time, so here you go.)
Breakout
There are no bars, but I am a prisoner,
held by the fear that loving brings pain,
afraid to break free from the guards of my feelings,
afraid to love others, afraid to attain.
Lord, I want to love them the way that you love me.
Teach me to care the same way that you do.
Open my soul to the gift of sweet sorrow,
that I might love in a way that is true.
I want to know You and Your risen power-
to know what’s it like to be held in Your heart,
to truly know love in the depths of my being
to love them with Your love –to know how to start.
Break my heart free from the prison of comfort.
Help me to press on to Your upward call,
giving up all that lies back there behind me.
Teach me to love, Lord, for You can do all.
A great post written to prisoners to be found here. (Language warning)
http://disciplegideon.wordpress.com/2012/12/12/waking-up-from-the-nightmare/trackback/
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