Yes, please correct, but judge me not.
Withdrawal, holding back with tears.
More likely will I blameless stay.
Please kindly show me; do not goad.
How can a judged one recompense?
My sins it’s hard to rise above.
Our vision can grow stale and pale,
A shrinking sense of wonder
At all the things that God can do —
Tear unbelief asunder!
As Jesus took a child by hand
And said, let’s imitate them,
Let awe and wonder now increase —
Prepare for His new kingdom!
As children trust unwittingly,
May we ourselves be trusting
In God who ever faithful is
Unlike our human fam’ly.
From trust to fear and back to trust,
Through childhood, middle, and old age,
As we, God’s children, come aware —
Unlearn the lies of bondage!
We all have gifts and talents that are uniquely ours.
So glad I’m not you
And you are not me
If such were the case
It would be misery
Trapped in a body
Signals are crossed
Feeling damaged and lost
Trying to be
What I’m certainly not
Playing a role —
I’ve been put on the spot
Trying to be
What you think will gain love
Pretending and posing
Just to get human love
We must have an anchor
That shows us the truth
God’s word and His teaching
Is no trivial pursuit
I’m back to my own place
I am who I am
When we let go and let God
Life is gloriously grand
Ridin’ on the wave of God’s love —
It can be precarious,
It’s sometimes hilarious,
But don’t be nefarious —
Just ride it, ride on.
As we ride the wave of God’s love —
Our balance let’s keep,
His truth and love seek,
Be humble and meek —
Keep ridin’, keep on.
To ride on the wave of God’s love —
Let go and surrender,
Receive His love tender,
His grace do not hinder —
Let go and ride on.
… And if you should fall —
Attend to His call;
Get up and stand tall …
In movies and in fairy tales,
In books and dreams and wishes,
There’s one thing people rarely do —
They rarely wash the dishes.
In tales of pirates, princes, pow’r,
It’s easy to avoid it —
You’ll seldom see this in a tale —
Someone who cleans a toilet.
These mundane things don’t hold the mind —
Those things we see with turned-up nose.
You won’t see in a tale, I fear,
A climax shown by washing clothes.
So never think a fiction book
Or solemn tale of history,
Is anything like real life —
We’d rather read of luxury.
With failure stamped across my brow,
In mercy I must trust somehow.
With guilt and sorrow so forlorn,
My trust in God must be reborn.
On only Him must I depend,
Else tragedy my soul will rend.
With Jesus I must place my fate,
His righteousness, His justice great.
If on myself I lean too hard,
Perhaps I’ll fall, like house of cards.
In Jesus will I now believe —
My soul to save, my angst relieve.
It’s really not your fault –
Perhaps my fated cross.
Some days I live in clinging fog;
I swim as if in thickest bog.
And yet I see a Light
That keeps me in the fight.
Won’t God His precious promise keep?
He’ll surely make my soul complete.
Poor thinking got me here –
Poor thinking, and much fear.
Must reconstruct my mind;
New truths I need to find.
And here’s were God comes in –
His life must grow within.
His Word I must digest
And of my fear divest.
The past I must let go;
The lies and fears forego.
The resurrection nears –
Let there be joyful tears!
How to know
If I’m at fault?
Or would this person
Find fault again?
O broken heart,
How many failings
Did I impart?
How many breakings
Were caused by me? —
Or did the devil
I cannot live in frozen fear
And yet, I often do
Fear of what you think of me
And what I think of you
I need the Savior’s loving grace
His wisdom, bright and true
His love for sinners and for saints
His love for me and you
That He would give my being
A voice to speak His love
His wisdom, truth, and mercy free
His view from heaven above
If You did not my soul inflame,
If You did not fill lungs with breath,
If You did not my mind engage,
Sure, that would be my sorry death.
Without Your spirit, none can live,
E’en those who do not yet believe.
It’s by Your providence, I know,
There’s reason to rejoice, or grieve.
We cannot understand Your ways;
We grope about, sometimes in ruin.
Or graced, find better ways of life —
But death, the whys will then illumine.