Oh Father!

I so miss the ones who have gone on to You!
I know that others feel the same way that I do.

It is not that I’m unsure of seeing them again,
I wish I could spare their loved ones such pain.

I’m not jealous, I know that I’ll soon be with You.
I will be able to greet my loved ones again too!

Life here is just as a breath as Your word says.
I’m assured of life with You one of these days.

Now that I’ve grown in You, realizing Your way,
I know I need to focus on You each and every day.

Being a Christian does not take away all the pain.
It won’t be long; keep me strong ‘til we meet again.

Remind me to pray for those that are left alone,
Give me words to say; You are on Your throne,

You will carry them when they need Your touch.
My prevailing prayer and love can mean so much.

More

We only see but a little of the ocean,
A few miles distance from this rocky shore;
But Oh! Out there beyond... beyond the eyes’ horizon
There is more ... there is such more !

We only see a little of God’s loving,
A few rich treasures from His mighty store;
But Oh! Out there beyond ... beyond our life’s horizon
There is more ... there is so much more!

We only see but a brief glimpse of life
A few years living.....just this bodies’ store.
But Oh! Out there beyond... beyond our imagination
There is more....there is so such more!

Walk With Me

Father, quicken mine heart and let it be

Unremitting, Thine always; live in me.

Let my thoughts be fine tuned by You,
Never to deviate from Your works to do.

This is my covenant I set seal unto You.
Father God, come walk with me; now do!

Be my eyes, and sharpen my ears; use me.
Let those who are seeking life look and see

Not me walking with them, let them see Thee.
Spirit Guide walk alongside, and talk to me,

And then let the words of my lips surely be
Ones that are used to lead others to Thee.

Amen

You Waited

For so long you patiently waited.
I ran on ahead, doing things my way
Faster don’t you see?
So I ran on ahead
I did not listen for Your gentle voice
Running ahead was my choice.
Far better for me.
Doing things my way, in my own time
That is why I ran on ahead.
You were too slow for me.
I stumbled in my haste, falling on my face.
All because I ran ahead.
I learned of Your amazing grace.
I turned, and in my pain I looked back.
You had waited there for me.

You Too Must Weep

Let me not live a life that’s free
From “The Things” that draw me
   Close To Thee...

For how can I ever hope to heal
The wounds of others
   I do not feel ...

If my eyes are dry and I never weep,
How do I know when
   The hurt is deep ...

If my heart is cold
And it never bleeds,
   How can I tell what my sister needs ...

For when ears are deaf
To the beggar’s plea,
And we close our eyes and refuse
   To ever see.

And we steal our hearts
And harden our minds,
And we count it a weakness
   Whenever we’re kind.

We are no longer following
The Father’s Way
Or seeking His guidance
   From day to day ...

For, without “Crosses to carry”
And “Burdens to bear”
We dance through a life
   That is frothy and faith,

And “Chasing the rainbow”
We have no desire
For “Roads that are rough”
   And “realms that are higher” ...

So spare me no heartache
Or sorrow, dear Lord,
For the heart that is hurt
Reaps the richest reward.

And God enters the heart
That is broken with sorrow
As he opens the door
   To a brighter tomorrow.

For only through tears
Can we recognize
The suffering that lies
   In Another’s eyes.

Easter ~ The Hope

Good Friday, but it was not good at all.

For our Saviour suffered and He died.
He hung there on that cross all day.
After suffering such torture and pain.
He did it all for us, for all mankind.
It was the Hope after all that was good.
Each year we can walk that road again.
Remembering His steps; but we know,
“Those of us who are called by His name,”
“Christ in us, the hope of glory.”
“We can all tell that endless story.”
Again and again we can remember.
We can experience the resurrection.
We can tell others they need not weep,
Not as those that have no hope,
Easter Sunday is our HOPE !

The Happiest Man

Whoso motivates his own work day.

And sleeps at night his heart aright.
He who collects a deserved pay day,
Can see ahead to his heart’s delight.

The happiest heart that ever beat
Lies within a humble man’s breast.
Het finds the morning daylight sweet
And leaves to God in heaven the rest.

The humble man can see God clearly.
His eyes can perceive a better world.
But loving God he may payeth dearly
When worldly darts of doubt are hurled.

Each day we decide how we shall live.
And who is going to possess control.
We all have the opportunity to give
To reach out and touch another soul.

The happiest man, he knows the way,
He rises early to read God’s word,
Endeavouring to live Christ every day.
His faith is a walk, and it is also heard.

HE TRULY IS THE HAPPIEST MAN