Thursday, November 17, 2011
my favourite things/ His wind
I stand alone
catching God
my arms flung wide
my heart open like a book
prologue written
epilogue
only He knows
and I read...
His Word is stretched across each page
a friend to me
along my way
fear not
I am with you always
cast your cares upon Me
for I care for you
delight yourself also in Me
and I will give you the desires of your heart
You believe in God
believe also in ME (Jesus, sweet Jesus)
just faith as a mustard seed
honour your Father and Mother
that it may be well with you
rejoice always
in everything give thanks
my Grace is sufficient for you
I read on
and on
comforted
strengthened
encouraged
desiring nothing more than to be like Him
my pages are filled with Him
He is all I see
in Him is Life
and that
abundantly
Prologue
He keeps His own
under the shadow of His wing
safe
my life
His wind
His word
His book
my favourite things
Monday, November 14, 2011
Sunday, November 6, 2011
my favourite things/everything all glory grace
She will be passing by this way "no more"
she has her wings
she's taken flight
by Jesus' side
she now abides
and sees Him face to face
everything
just glory
grace
with heaven eyes
all glory
grace
I hear
just like her dad
she's colour blind
not a soul she didn't love
and just like at the tomb
how Jesus wept
dear Granny's heart wept too
for almost everyone
yes! me 'and' you
her greatest game was giving thanks
being help
having fun
holding babies
making quilts
folding towels
eating
cinnamon buns
ice cream
popcorn made her smile
she could recite most anything
old school training
left its trace
she loved old hymns
knew every word
Psalm 23
was
her
great
peace
And now she's traveled o'er the veil
and waits for us
with eager heart
to share
all glory there
everything
all glory
grace
my favourite things
she has her wings
she's taken flight
by Jesus' side
she now abides
and sees Him face to face
everything
just glory
grace
with heaven eyes
all glory
grace
I hear
just like her dad
she's colour blind
not a soul she didn't love
and just like at the tomb
how Jesus wept
dear Granny's heart wept too
for almost everyone
yes! me 'and' you
her greatest game was giving thanks
being help
having fun
holding babies
making quilts
folding towels
eating
cinnamon buns
ice cream
popcorn made her smile
she could recite most anything
old school training
left its trace
she loved old hymns
knew every word
Psalm 23
was
her
great
peace
And now she's traveled o'er the veil
and waits for us
with eager heart
to share
all glory there
everything
all glory
grace
my favourite things
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
my favourite things/love more than anything
she is just a young woman
twenty five
but almost as old as
Mother Teresa
with love
she is twenty eight
she is sixty
she is seventy...
all these "love" people
in my life
God knows their names...
who rather than riches
and treasures
fame
or even beauty
would rather be love
they are a picture of joy to me
radiant in simple beauty
shining from within
a light
through all their cracks
of imperfection
and battlescars
more radiant
than the morning sun
the full harvest moon
or Venus
sitting sure
in
the
night
sky
a glimpse of the Father's Son
shines through these fine cracks
His glory never dulled
but cheering
and encouraging on
in the hearts of
the weary
the forgotten
the broken
"We have been created for greater things. Not just to be a number in the world, not just to go for diplomas and degrees, this work and that work. We have been created in order to love and be loved." ~Mother Teresa
To live long like Mother Teresa
love more than anything
my favourite things
twenty five
but almost as old as
Mother Teresa
with love
she is twenty eight
she is sixty
she is seventy...
all these "love" people
in my life
God knows their names...
who rather than riches
and treasures
fame
or even beauty
would rather be love
they are a picture of joy to me
radiant in simple beauty
shining from within
a light
through all their cracks
of imperfection
and battlescars
more radiant
than the morning sun
the full harvest moon
or Venus
sitting sure
in
the
night
sky
a glimpse of the Father's Son
shines through these fine cracks
His glory never dulled
but cheering
and encouraging on
in the hearts of
the weary
the forgotten
the broken
"We have been created for greater things. Not just to be a number in the world, not just to go for diplomas and degrees, this work and that work. We have been created in order to love and be loved." ~Mother Teresa
To live long like Mother Teresa
and learn this truth
to be a young woman
twenty five
and live this truth
to be a young woman
twenty five
and live this truth
love more than anything
my favourite things
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