Precious Life-Giver, Ruler of our life forces.
Great Physician, from whom flows healing water courses.
You, who sees our needs before our hands we raise.
We present our petitions to you in an attitude of praise.
Our needs are many, and all you infinitely know.
That when we are weak, your power then you show.
We want it all our way, the seeds that we have set
If we can but manipulate, our answers then we’ll get.
We are like the blind man begging, "Oh please let us see!".
Not realizing there may be other ways you desire to set us free.
We say we long for heaven while living here today,
When talking with each other this is what we say.
We go through the motions of asking when we pray.
But have our plans set out before we bargain you to say,
"Grant our request Lord", then maybe we’ll follow through
To do what all along was your plan for us to do.
We say we long for Heaven while enjoying the ‘Here’ today.
When talking with each other this is what we say.
We’re taught not to get too comfy for heaven is our home.
Always to have our suitcase packed while listening for your ‘phone.
There is lots for us to do on earth while waiting for that call,
But oft times we run on ahead and that is when we fall.
We have our own road map folded, labelled in such a way
So obvious we’re the driver and too soon we forget to pray.
Father God, you whose eye sees the baby sparrow fall
Who told us in your word that you love us best of all.
Teach us how to take our hands right off the driver’s wheel
Allow your Spirit to show us how we should act and feel.
You said ,"Take my yoke upon you", that you would guide us through
As the bit becomes soft in the horse’s mouth you’ll lead us home to you.
Precious Life-Giver, Ruler of our life forces.
Forgive us Great Physician, when we make such foolish choices.
Amen
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
God Is Always Available
I admit that there are times
That I am tempted to despair.
Then God speaks in all His mercy
To let me know He's there.
He took care of yesterday for me.
Tomorrow is in His care.
Today He will walk beside me
In answer to my prayer.
He brings constant joy and comfort
To ease my concerns away.
I could not go on without Him
To be my companion through each day.
I would just like to remind you
To lean hard upon His breast.
Release each trial to Him.
Wait for Him to do the rest.
That I am tempted to despair.
Then God speaks in all His mercy
To let me know He's there.
He took care of yesterday for me.
Tomorrow is in His care.
Today He will walk beside me
In answer to my prayer.
He brings constant joy and comfort
To ease my concerns away.
I could not go on without Him
To be my companion through each day.
I would just like to remind you
To lean hard upon His breast.
Release each trial to Him.
Wait for Him to do the rest.
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Draw Me Nearer
Closer, closer, draw me closer Lord to Thee
Until when looking, others can no longer see the Me.
Deeper deeper, hide me Lord so close to Thee.
Cover me with Thy blood that you shed to set me free.
Wiser, wiser, let me sit at your feet learning more from you.
Fill me with your Spirit, send me forth your work to do.
Flowing, flowing, let your love flow freely from me.
So that I become a mirror reflecting light from Thee.
Joyful, joyful, let my life be so rich with your joy.
That deep and lasting "Bubble" this world cannot destroy.
Singing, singing, let my life become an unending song.
Brand me Lord to show that its to you I now belong.
Freely, freely, I now surrender my life up to you.
I now know that in so doing it’s the best thing I can do.
Weeping, weeping, I see now what you did for me.
I want to show to others it’s the only way to be.
Rejoicing, rejoicing, come rejoicing along with me.
Raise your voices higher and consider all He’s done for Thee.
Until when looking, others can no longer see the Me.
Deeper deeper, hide me Lord so close to Thee.
Cover me with Thy blood that you shed to set me free.
Wiser, wiser, let me sit at your feet learning more from you.
Fill me with your Spirit, send me forth your work to do.
Flowing, flowing, let your love flow freely from me.
So that I become a mirror reflecting light from Thee.
Joyful, joyful, let my life be so rich with your joy.
That deep and lasting "Bubble" this world cannot destroy.
Singing, singing, let my life become an unending song.
Brand me Lord to show that its to you I now belong.
Freely, freely, I now surrender my life up to you.
I now know that in so doing it’s the best thing I can do.
Weeping, weeping, I see now what you did for me.
I want to show to others it’s the only way to be.
Rejoicing, rejoicing, come rejoicing along with me.
Raise your voices higher and consider all He’s done for Thee.
Thursday, October 2, 2008
The Pendulum
The Pendulum swings in both directions
Don’t judge others for their own imperfections,
Or to be sure yours will come shining through!
See over there sits your Mrs. Drew
With her three little, ‘giggly, motley crew.'
Thank goodness your children won’t dress like that!
At least not so according to you!
The Pendulum swings in both directions
Don’t judge others for their own imperfections,
Or to be sure yours will come shining through!
The Pastor is running late again today.
The sermon runs on in an endless way.
That means lunch in the oven will have to stay,
Sandwiches watching TV on a tray!
The Pendulum swings in both directions
Don’t judge others for their own imperfections,
Or to be sure yours will come shining through!
Look at the hairs on Mr. Browns’ old sweater!
You’d think that his wife would really know better
Than to send him to Church looking like that!
And it seems to me that he’s really grown fat!
The Pendulum swings in both directions
Don’t judge others for their own imperfections,
Or to be sure yours will come shining through!
Sit up my children and look the other way,
When you get home you’re really going to pay!
No one’s going to judge me and be able to say
That I don’t teach mine how to properly pray!
The Pendulum swings in both directions
Don’t judge others for their own imperfections,
Or to be sure yours will come shining through!
There’s somebody whispering just behind me
Now what an embarrassment that’s going to be!
Children, don’t turn around or people will see
What a poor example you’re reflecting of me!
The Pendulum swings in both directions
Don’t judge others for their own imperfections,
Or to be sure yours will come shining through!
If we sing this chorus just one more time
Slowly pausing softly after each single line,
I’ll mention to Pastor that one should be fine
In a note that I’ll conveniently forget not to sign.
The Pendulum swings in both directions
Don’t judge others for their own imperfections,
Or to be sure yours will come shining through!
The Sermon’s all about giving again today
Couldn’t they go about it some other way!
It seems so ‘tacky’ just to "plead" pay.
Our expenses go up but our wages just stay!
The Pendulum swings in both directions
Don’t judge others for their own imperfections,
Or to be sure yours will come shining through!
The Sound System’s not working as well it should be,
Competing with static, can’t they but see!
More care should be taken it sure seems to me
Hard to let my voice soar so nice and so free.
The Pendulum swings in both directions
Don’t judge others for their own imperfections,
Or to be sure yours will come shining through!
We’ll stop in the hallway, just a minute will do
Careful to by-pass people looking at you.
Just say "Hi" to just a select happy few
You know that our lunch is already past due.
The Pendulum swings in both directions
Don’t judge others for their own imperfections,
Or to be sure yours will come shining through!
Church is finally over for one more week
Now quickly out the side door we’re going to sneak.
Our example is what others should consider and seek
See, those not attending are really just weak!
The Pendulum swings in both directions
Don’t look to others for their own imperfections,
Or to be sure yours will come shining through!
Don’t judge others for their own imperfections,
Or to be sure yours will come shining through!
See over there sits your Mrs. Drew
With her three little, ‘giggly, motley crew.'
Thank goodness your children won’t dress like that!
At least not so according to you!
The Pendulum swings in both directions
Don’t judge others for their own imperfections,
Or to be sure yours will come shining through!
The Pastor is running late again today.
The sermon runs on in an endless way.
That means lunch in the oven will have to stay,
Sandwiches watching TV on a tray!
The Pendulum swings in both directions
Don’t judge others for their own imperfections,
Or to be sure yours will come shining through!
Look at the hairs on Mr. Browns’ old sweater!
You’d think that his wife would really know better
Than to send him to Church looking like that!
And it seems to me that he’s really grown fat!
The Pendulum swings in both directions
Don’t judge others for their own imperfections,
Or to be sure yours will come shining through!
Sit up my children and look the other way,
When you get home you’re really going to pay!
No one’s going to judge me and be able to say
That I don’t teach mine how to properly pray!
The Pendulum swings in both directions
Don’t judge others for their own imperfections,
Or to be sure yours will come shining through!
There’s somebody whispering just behind me
Now what an embarrassment that’s going to be!
Children, don’t turn around or people will see
What a poor example you’re reflecting of me!
The Pendulum swings in both directions
Don’t judge others for their own imperfections,
Or to be sure yours will come shining through!
If we sing this chorus just one more time
Slowly pausing softly after each single line,
I’ll mention to Pastor that one should be fine
In a note that I’ll conveniently forget not to sign.
The Pendulum swings in both directions
Don’t judge others for their own imperfections,
Or to be sure yours will come shining through!
The Sermon’s all about giving again today
Couldn’t they go about it some other way!
It seems so ‘tacky’ just to "plead" pay.
Our expenses go up but our wages just stay!
The Pendulum swings in both directions
Don’t judge others for their own imperfections,
Or to be sure yours will come shining through!
The Sound System’s not working as well it should be,
Competing with static, can’t they but see!
More care should be taken it sure seems to me
Hard to let my voice soar so nice and so free.
The Pendulum swings in both directions
Don’t judge others for their own imperfections,
Or to be sure yours will come shining through!
We’ll stop in the hallway, just a minute will do
Careful to by-pass people looking at you.
Just say "Hi" to just a select happy few
You know that our lunch is already past due.
The Pendulum swings in both directions
Don’t judge others for their own imperfections,
Or to be sure yours will come shining through!
Church is finally over for one more week
Now quickly out the side door we’re going to sneak.
Our example is what others should consider and seek
See, those not attending are really just weak!
The Pendulum swings in both directions
Don’t look to others for their own imperfections,
Or to be sure yours will come shining through!
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
An Unlived Life
Oh Lord let me not die an unlived life
Not even one spared from sorrow or strife.
I truly desire to be happy all of my days,
Little realizing not following in God’s chosen ways.
I choose to inhabit my days with His endless praise,
Rather than dwell on my past forgiven ways.
I choose to risk what others think of me.
My desire is for my ways and God’s to agree.
Oh Lord let my life here not be in vain.
Help me choose the path to cause others no pain.
I choose to risk my significance so other’s don’t see me,
But through your eyes what You want me to be.
I desire that "spark" again to realize anew
That the only life worth living is lived for you.
Not even one spared from sorrow or strife.
I truly desire to be happy all of my days,
Little realizing not following in God’s chosen ways.
I choose to inhabit my days with His endless praise,
Rather than dwell on my past forgiven ways.
I choose to risk what others think of me.
My desire is for my ways and God’s to agree.
Oh Lord let my life here not be in vain.
Help me choose the path to cause others no pain.
I choose to risk my significance so other’s don’t see me,
But through your eyes what You want me to be.
I desire that "spark" again to realize anew
That the only life worth living is lived for you.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
On Being Genuine
Do I surrender myself to be used of God
Or just proclaim that to be my desire?
Do I continue on as an empty shell
While I boldly ask God to light my fire?
Is the outward sign that I show to others
Truly the inward evidence of a changing me?
Am I just living my life as a white-washed mask
Fearful to show you the genuine me?
Is the Jesus in me truly shining right through,
Or do I try to produce His image on an empty screen?
Am I a false prophet claiming to be a seeker of truth
Or simply a poor actor in a walk-on part?
Do I merely strut my lines across the stage of life
Or have I truly given God all of my heart?
Do I project to you a vibrant living Christian
Playing the part only one day of the week?
For one tires so easily of having to perform in life
What in breathing doesn’t come naturally to me.
If God isn’t the very essence of my own life
How can I possibly share Him with you?
It doesn’t take long in the bustle of life
Until the genuine will come shining through.
God separates the wheat from the chaff
With one quick breath and brushing of hand.
An act can be played out for only so long
Before the real person you begin to see.
I’d rather be God’s person deep in my heart
And not worry about what you’re thinking of me.
To be conformed to the image of Christ
Is what I genuinely want to be
Or just proclaim that to be my desire?
Do I continue on as an empty shell
While I boldly ask God to light my fire?
Is the outward sign that I show to others
Truly the inward evidence of a changing me?
Am I just living my life as a white-washed mask
Fearful to show you the genuine me?
Is the Jesus in me truly shining right through,
Or do I try to produce His image on an empty screen?
Am I a false prophet claiming to be a seeker of truth
Or simply a poor actor in a walk-on part?
Do I merely strut my lines across the stage of life
Or have I truly given God all of my heart?
Do I project to you a vibrant living Christian
Playing the part only one day of the week?
For one tires so easily of having to perform in life
What in breathing doesn’t come naturally to me.
If God isn’t the very essence of my own life
How can I possibly share Him with you?
It doesn’t take long in the bustle of life
Until the genuine will come shining through.
God separates the wheat from the chaff
With one quick breath and brushing of hand.
An act can be played out for only so long
Before the real person you begin to see.
I’d rather be God’s person deep in my heart
And not worry about what you’re thinking of me.
To be conformed to the image of Christ
Is what I genuinely want to be
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Singing Praises Unto Him
Father, you said if we do not praise you the rocks will cry out
How can we fail to acknowledge you, why do we still doubt?
Even the birds in the trees trill their praises to Thee
I pause to acknowledge it is you, only you that set me free!
All nature joins the chorus and surely the listener must perceive
When all around us is evidence to cause us to believe.
The firmament beams down imploding the evidence of you,
How can man stand before you and claim he never knew?
You constantly watch over us with your infinite eye,
And we blatantly curse you and ask for reasons why.
We see not the tapestry you are weaving at the other side
Yet evidence of a Master Craftsman still cannot be denied.
Your word tells us we were created to simply praise you
There is evidence of a creator throughout all that we do.
Yet still we hold back though marvelling the skies,
Knowing you’ve used the foolish things to confound the wise.
We only have to pause, reflect and finally decide
To realize it was because of our sins you hung and you died.
I’ve pledged to raise my hands giving evidence of praise
And serve you unflinchingly to the end of my days.
How can we fail to acknowledge you, why do we still doubt?
Even the birds in the trees trill their praises to Thee
I pause to acknowledge it is you, only you that set me free!
All nature joins the chorus and surely the listener must perceive
When all around us is evidence to cause us to believe.
The firmament beams down imploding the evidence of you,
How can man stand before you and claim he never knew?
You constantly watch over us with your infinite eye,
And we blatantly curse you and ask for reasons why.
We see not the tapestry you are weaving at the other side
Yet evidence of a Master Craftsman still cannot be denied.
Your word tells us we were created to simply praise you
There is evidence of a creator throughout all that we do.
Yet still we hold back though marvelling the skies,
Knowing you’ve used the foolish things to confound the wise.
We only have to pause, reflect and finally decide
To realize it was because of our sins you hung and you died.
I’ve pledged to raise my hands giving evidence of praise
And serve you unflinchingly to the end of my days.
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