Sunday, June 26, 2011


I know Whom I believe
I know He holds my hand
But it’s the where and what and why
I do not understand

I know love never fails
I know it is life’s power
And yet I’ve seen it tarnish
Summer’s pleasant hour

For all that I may know
Tis what I cannot see
That tests the very heart of it
…I know Whom I believe

For the which cause I also suffer these things: nevertheless I am not ashamed: for I know whom I have believed, and am persuaded that he is able to keep that which I have committed unto him against that day. 2 Tim. 1:12

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Pondering Love

If we were assured of our children’s love
As often as we tell God of ours
Tell me, would it be enough
As long as time and life endures
If the children that we hold
Would show us in the self-same measure
Their devotion, shy or bold
Tell me, would it give us pleasure
As they told us of their love
Like we tell God; would it be enough?

If our children spent the time for us
We spend upon our knees to pray
If they in all exact amounts
Gave us what we give God each day
Would we be assured of their love?
Would our cups fill and overflow?
Tell me, would it be enough
What we give God; for us below
Would we bow when light is dim
Fulfilled with what we give to Him?


See what great love the Father has lavished on us,
that we should be called children of God! 1 John 3:1

Monday, June 20, 2011

On Trusting

We cannot see the future Lord
Nor do we know its way
So in its mysteries, teach us then
To trust you day by day

You do not spread before our eyes
The things for which we plead
But know before we raise our cries
Exactly what we need


Trust in the LORD with all your heart
and lean not on your own understanding;
in all your ways submit to him,
and he will make your paths straight. Prov. 3: 5-6

Thursday, June 16, 2011


I won’t tell you what to say
Or decide what you should choose
I can’t feel the way you feel
I haven’t travelled in your shoes

But I can love you, I can pray
And tell you God is never wrong
If we seek his narrow way
He alone will keep us strong

I can’t judge you for your sin
It would simply increase mine
God’s blood cleanses from within
With a righteousness divine

God alone can know the truth
He sees far beneath our skin
Still He chooses us to love
Oh, I scarce can take it in

I won’t tell you what to say
God can show you what to choose
I can love you; I can pray
But I cannot walk in your shoes


Matthew 7:1-2

King James Version (KJV)

Matthew 7

1Judge not, that ye be not judged.

2For with what judgment ye judge, ye shall be judged: and with what measure ye mete, it shall be measured to you again

Give it to God

Can you not see your way ahead?
Are your prospects lined with dread?
There is One who’ll take the lead
Give it all to God

Does the fight of life seem grim?
Has the light of faith grown dim?
Tell me, have you talked to Him?
Give it all to God

Man is formed of humble dust
The best that we can do is trust
In One whose way is right and just
Give it all to God

He has borne hates cruelest blow
There is naught He does not know
Yet above all, He loves us so
Give it all To God

Though life’s storm may still assail
Upon His arm we will not fail
He is good; He will prevail
Give it all to God


Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you. 1 Peter 5:7

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

When Trouble Comes

He performs wonders that cannot be fathomed
Miracles that we cannot tally
Rain and sunshine blankets the mountain
And reaches into the dark valley
Hardship does not spring from the soil
Nor trouble from ground hard and dry
Man is born to trouble and toil
As surely as sparks reach for the sky

But if I were you I would appeal to God
I would lay my cause before Him
Though He may chasten with His rod
He heals the wounded limb
He catches the wise in their craftiness
Sweeping afar wily schemes
So that their hands achieve no success
He thwarts the proud and his dreams

His hand is over the poor and the needy
He covers their tent with peace
Do not despise the great God almighty
Or ask when His chastening shall cease
Blessed is he whom the Lord reprimands
And happy is the man corrected
Though misery washes like a sea over sands
By His love we will not be rejected


Inspired after reading Job 5

He replied, "You are talking like a foolish woman. Shall we accept good from God, and not trouble?" In all this, Job did not sin in what he said. Job 2:10

Friday, June 10, 2011


He gives us the laughter of children
To sweeten the toil of our day
He gives us the softness of evening
To soothe our cares away
He gives us warm shoulders to lean on
Should we need to rest for a while
And He gives us little babies
To make children and old men smile

He gives us sunshine and shadows
He paints the blue sky and gray
He gives us mountains and meadows
And sleep at the end of a day
He gives the moon for a candle
When the whisper of daylight grows dim
And He gives us just enough trouble
To keep us leaning on Him

He gives us the hill and the valley
The storm shrieking down from above
He knits them all together
By the threads of His wonderful love
How empty would be our boasting
How shallow our faith and dim
If He did not give us life’s trouble
To keep us leaning on Him

If we had the fruit of our wishes
How foolish our wanting would be
Never a weeping horizon
And never a storm-tossed sea
And never an earnest pleading
On our knees as the light grows dim
Never a reason for needing
To keep on leaning on Him


And he changeth the times and the seasons; he removeth kings, and setteth up kings; he giveth wisdom unto the wise, and knowledge to them that have understanding; Dan. 2:21

Greater Beauty

He pours His love into the dawn
A pale blue glow ascending
Extending from a heavenly throne
His mercy never-ending
With verdant breath He clothes the hills
And sighing woodland tresses
As from the apple orchard spills
A thousand flowered dresses

He reaches deep beneath the earth
And probes the seed still hidden
Nature responds to heaven’s mirth
To do as it is bidden
Then out across a barren world
Stripped bare by winter’s taking
Nature’s glory is unfurled
In springtime’s grand awakening

Twilight creeps across a land
A new and silent splendor
I am drawn toward the Hand
Patient, kind and tender
For all the beauty of this day
Could never be sufficient
If guilt could not be washed away
By One; perfect, omniscient

I close my eyes to see a cross
Upon it the Creator
Where mercy’s blood-red river flows
Forever and forever
He clad the earth in beauty fair
His grand and glorious garden
But its beauty can’t compare
To nail-scarred hands of pardon


Prayer For Guidance

Lord, fill this weak and mortal cup
With passions of your praise
Until at Your dear feet I sup
In Heaven’s endless days

These fumbling, erring hands of mine
Lord, guide them by Your Spirit
And fill each humble task of mine
With heavenly joy and merit

Earth’s happiness is a vague shroud
Of Heaven’s priceless measure
Fix our eyes above the cloud
To high and holy treasure

Though now we strain through darkened glass
To understand life’s story
This little life too soon shall pass
Into eternal glory


You have made known to me the path of life; you will fill me with joy in your presence, with eternal pleasures at your right hand. Psalm 16:11