“Jesus wept”
More weight
In those 2 words
Than any will
Ever know
Words spoken
Or writ
Will never
Equal the Meaning
In a hope-filled
Troubled soul
Death and resurrection
Agony and ecstasy
One day I’ll know
The value of the price
He paid for me
Now all I have to offer
Is broken humanity
Holy Spirit
Help me take up my cross
Like someone helped Jesus at Calvary
So I can sense your power
Each coming day with liberty
And give You glory in this story
For all the world to see
John 11:35
So, chocolate lies, too. It tells me to be the summer Friday. No, I prefer a spring Sunday, when every message is erased, except the words Jesus wrote.
I still enjoy the rich, dark flavor and warm tea.
Hope is not hope until all hope is dead
Might as well think on Easter
Not cold winter’s dread
Paper hearts and shamrocks
I’ll shove to the side
Go straight to the tomb where hope rose alive
No, I won’t miss a beat if all live or die
I’ll stand up for Jesus and trust I survive
Place all in His hands should I fall or thrive
Victory words sung may sound despairing to some
But I hear a message of hope in each one
photo my own
I hear groans, suffering, pleading in every place
I watch ominous clouds rush to fill each serene, blue space
Across the world, I hear the cries
From people to hear and recognize
The voice creation longs to hold
My voice, too, among the fold
Echoes back, a sounding board
I hear a whisper, from where? The Lord?
My voice, mute. Against naked skin
No more unclothed. I’m engrafted in
I hear, but will I remember when
I feel the sounds of groaning men?
With no strength or power to end their pain
All I offer is be Born Again
While groans live on ‘til Jesus comes
I’ll grieve with hope until this earthly home
I trade for joy unspeakable upon this earth
For while I still grieve, I’ll never know why
Jesus would ever think I have any worth
He hears much more than these than I
Creator of heaven, earth and sky
The Lord knew I didn’t want to go
So clouds spilled rain that turned to snow
Who doesn’t know snow helps gardens grow
Now I wait for the plow to show
No matter where the winds do blow
These weak hands hold a shovel or hoe
I’ll praise His name for this I know
His light shines through this hope-held soul
God’s first words to the darkness were, “Let there be light”
Jesus said “I am the light of the world”, in the dark of your night
Words heard in the morning now unfold
The rest of the story may never be told
“Salvation is a personal relationship between you and Jesus Christ.”
I said it. I still say it. I probably will say it until I die.
Do I believe it? I will always be me.
No one knows my story
Much less do I know yours
No one knows God’s full story
But what we read in His Word
What His Spirit reveals
In a heart that is His
A personal relationship with Him
To me, means this
Lay down my preference
Submit to His voice
Let Him write His story
As I give Him free choice
To not tell my story
But let Him tell His
With whatever tools and gifts
He chooses to give
The one thing He gave us
Was free will to choose
If I will to live my way
I will lose what I lose
If I follow Jesus
No matter how much it cost
I know it cost Him much more
Than what I ever Iost
I believe His free will
Led Him to the cross
So please make up your mind
Each day I’ll make mine
God made it personal
On both sides of time
God makes Himself personal
His Spirit, divine
Love makes mercy tangible
Hope makes everything rhyme
When my words don’t add up
To the sum you think fits
I wil trust that my Savior
One day personally
All things He will fix
No need now to hang around
Take what you need and leave
No need to sow on barren ground
Speak peace while you believe
Jesus hung around 6 hours
On a cross at Calvary
In 3 days left an empty grave so I
Can be one day where He now be
The one reason why I hang around
Is that you might one day see
Jesus hung around for you
And He hung around for me
3 days, 6 hours, to rid the curse
Of sin and death, can we
Hang around one more hour
And praise Him for having the victory?
But should one day I can’t be found
Well, know that Jesus knows that we
Are just hanging around together
Somewhere here or in eternity
One can fast
More than food
Man eats
more
than needed
Does one set of footprints
Carry her
Or tears that
Loose her
Anchor
Obedience is
Far Better
Than words
Can ever tell
Her fast, complete
A volta sweet-
ly turned
One day
Will tell
Who is and was
Her hope and anchor
In her storm
Few know
I know someone
Who keeps track
Of every line I write here
I know someone
Who keeps track
Of words I stored
Elsewhere
I know someone
Who keeps track
Of every word I ever spoke
And knows every one
I ever will
I know someone
With a good
Track record
Hey, I have a good
Reason
To keep still
Psalm 46:10, 139:4, NKJV
What if I just stopped
Really stopped
Trying to give what I have
To those who I think have not
What is the worst that could happen?
That’s what Jesus did
He stopped
Let them nail Him to a cross
Then said, “Father, Forgive them,
They know not what they do”
With nothing more to give
He willingly stopped. But none knew
In three days He would rise
Offer life to me and you
That’s what Jesus now asks
Each follower to do
Stop, forgive, and love all
The same way I love you
Can I stop? No
Not without shedding
All pride
You see, I’m just a weak vessel
Who let Jesus live inside
The bottom line is
There is no
Ordinary
No normal
No ho-hum
No blah
In fact
If there were
A bottom line
Wouldn’t I have found it
By now?
Words have to land
Somewhere!
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