I will give You thanks,
I will sing praises.
Lord, I will bow down
I will, and I DO!
I will call out, Lord,
And will read Your word
I’ll walk through
troubles
Asking for Your help.
Because You love me,
Your right hand will save,
Do not forsake, Lord,
The work of Your hands.
I will give You thanks,
I will sing praises.
Lord, I will bow down
I will, and I DO!
“I
Am
God,”
Said
Jesus.
“Energy,
Through
Creative
Communion,
Intimately
Illuminates
Conversation.”
As you decorate your home for Christmas,
And put the tinsel on the tree;
As you approach the Bethlehem story,
May God’s peace and goodwill be yours.
When the holiday season is over,
And God removes the world’s tinsel,
Even when you no longer hear music,
Remember to sing your praises.
Don’t put Christmas goodwill back in the box
As you pack away the wise men,
For god will decorate your heart with hope,
As long as you will allow Him.
When
Holy Light exposes me,
O
Lord, I need Your strength
To
face whatever You’ve revealed,
The
opportunity now
To
examine myself.
O
Lord, I seek forgiveness.
Would you prefer the “Big Picture,”
Or would you really want to
know
All small details that will
happen?
God won’t bother you with
details,
All the things that you can’t
handle,
Because He wants to have your
trust.
God is in charge of everything,
The who, the what, the where
and when;
He knows the how and why of
ALL!
For what will be is in His
will,
And His time will be His
timing.
So, why would you sweat the
small stuff?
I do not need to take all past problems with me,
To take them out, examine them again,
To cut myself once more on their sharp edges.
If only I would learn
To ask God’s aid to guide me through --
Around, over, or through all difficulties
--
Clear to the other side;
And then to leave all problems behind me,
In God’s more than capable hands.
God does not look for
perfection in my life,
For He, Himself, is perfect.
He does, though, ask for my
persistence.
That, once repented and forgiven,
I persist in desiring Him above all else.
Because He is with me,
He will guide me through all
problems--
If I but remember to ask.
Discarding security
For financial risk,
He left His day job;
Became one of the homeless.
Living in danger,
He was indifferent
To society’s verdict:
(He ate with outcasts,
“friend” to every man,
Political activist!),
All the way to point of
death!
Holiness lived out,
As Creation intended;
Supreme harmony,
One with His Father.
