Blessed Life
Everything worthwhile is up hill
and the Son shines there the brightest.
A blessed life gives life,
abundantly,
continually,
without fail.
A blessed life lets you follow
a stream of comfort when you are low
and makes your faith grow and grow.
It lets you leave the darkness behind
to follow the light.
It takes you from the end
and brings you to a newness
you could never comprehend,
unless you had seen it.
Your problem meets your best life,
with your blessed life,
cries with joy and surrenders all.
At the core is the source of all life
and whatever you lose
will come right back to you.
That is a blessed life.
But For the Grace of God...
But for the grace of God
there go I...
Broken I am not
defeated no more
I can speak
of past disasters
that remained untold.
But for the grace of God
I can stand
after sitting in decay
to the Light I prayed
I said yes and was blessed
for I could have been like the rest
forgotten,
downtrodden,
but my weakness I confessed
and by grace finished the test.
Now I know,
but for the grace of God
there I go.
All Things
Do we know,
all things
work
for them good
of them
that love
the Lord?
Do we know love
that does not deceive
or lie,
or hate?
Love that does not descriminate?
You will never fail
for you were born to prevail
against the strongest gale
that comes to tear you down.
Laugh like the chiming breeze
laugh bold and loud
and exhale.
All things are working for your good.
Convicted
I feel
disturbed.
No perturbed.
And cannot get no peace.
Even in this moment
I seek some relief.
I know I am not forsaken
but somehow...
but this bile rising
cannot be mistaken
for the bickle I had partaken.
No.
I feel the burden
weighed down with guilt
pricked in the heart
I dear not fall asleep.
Instead I must go forth
to change this thing
take out the sting
so I can be forgiven.
I felt the stab
sharper than the sword
that knows no limit
the sword of the Spirit.
I am weak!
I cried
and fell
to my knees.
Sufficient He is
so here I will rest awhile,
while
He carries me.
A burden too great
for anybody else.
I will lay here on this table here so
while He puts me back together again
removes the thorn
tormenting me.
What if I cried
into laughing
knowing
there is power in my weakness?
Children of the Day
For you are all children of light
children of the day
you cannot be swayed
by what they have to say.
Though they revel in your temporary dismay
you are not delayed
unjustly,
but the evil ways
they choose will lead them astray.
Within you no dark places
no unbroken spaces
to let the darkness in.
So shine in every corner
your light that sustains
the beauty of the day.
Every Blooming Thing.
Every blooming thing is a treasure
and all must grow and thrive
nothing must be left below
they must sway and dance day and night.
Every blooming thing has beauty
natural and not contrived
spreading wide enough to gather
all the bouncing shining lights.
Every blooming thing must produce
their talents must be used
to give love and life
and so be profuse.
Every blooming thing must live
so all their talents they can give
to those weary beaten broken souls
who need their fragrance to forgive!
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