Hurt

Hurt is what I feel
deep inside my heart.
What a sword that
quenches my heart!

Hurt, hurt, hurt,
My heart groans.
Why do you have to
knock at my door?

You knock,
I welcome you!
You make me strong
and teach my how to fight you!

You are welcome hurt.
I rise up with confidence,
Ready to face you!

Come inside hurt...
I know you so well,
You could never let me down!

Ouch!!!... that hurts
hurt!

Nature

FrEsH aIr,
GeNtLe BrEeZe,
EmBrAcInG tHe NaTuRe'S tOuCh!

A Traveler's Heart

Humbling my heart at the altar of worship

You search my heart, You test my mind
Ashamed, covered face!

Throwing away myself to You
Keeping my heart right before You
May I see Your face in this crowded place.

Crying out loud sweet Jesus
I traveled so far and now I see You
How could I miss the joy near You?

Be near me forever and ever
Thank You for not giving up on me
May I search You more and may I yield in You!

The Voice

Like the stillness of a river
His voice composed me
He whispered like the voice of the air
He stunned me...
I stopped and I listened
I couldn't move no more
He whispered in a sweet still voice...
"My child, be still, be calm...
I'll show you the way,
Follow me,
I'll show you the way,
To the everlasting peace,
To the everlasting joy,
Be still my dear child,
Be still."

SHE IS BLESSED

SHE IS BLESSED

She is blessed...
She receives the Gift,
She praises the Giver,

She is blessed...
She gains Providence,
She glorifies the Provider,

She is blessed...
She dines with her Savior,
She dines out her Savior's Word
and shares it with the World.

She is blessed...
She suffers,
She endures,
She overcomes,
She rejoices,

because she is blessed to have her Jesus who overcomes the world,
on her knees she WORSHIPS!

"Great is the Lord and most worthy of praise; His greatness no one can fathom." Psalm 145:3

Mornings

A cup of coffee

in the garden

A music playing
sweetly inspiring
Munching His Word
strengthening my soul
What a wonderful morning
to dine with the King
In His secret garden
His child prayerfully abiding.

MY ALL IN ALL

Life is hurting
My heart is aching
But I am proclaiming
Thy promises to me.

The load is so heavy
To bear it every day
I gave it all to Thee
My strength is in Thee.

A good cry is good
It maketh me to feel better
Thou wipest up my tears
Thou listeneth to my cries
And Thou heareth me right.

I thank Thee Lord
For Thou walketh with me
When the tides are high
When the tides are low
Thou art with me.

Thou art my JOY
Thou art my HOPE
Thou art my STRENGTH
Thou art my ALL IN ALL.