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Ignorant

[Jeremiah 29:11, Proverbs 3:5-6]

I don’t understand much,
But I’ve been given a gift —
A gift I didn’t ask for —
Life.

I can’t change my existence,
But what do I do with it?

Yes, it’s a mystery —
My own life history —
And that God has a plan
That I don’t understand.

I don’t understand,
I don’t understand,
I don’t understand …

Plans for my good
And not for harm,
Plans for a future
And a hope.

I must trust in the Lord with all my heart,
And not rely on my own insight.
I must acknowledge Him in all my ways,
And He will make my paths straight.

Differences

I don’t know if
We were meant to agree
Or see eye to eye

The only thing I know
Is that I learn from you
And you learn from me

Why do I feel hurt
When you only stated your opinion?

Childhood

Childhood:
It was all so simple then
Our differences didn’t matter
Or if they did, we’d fight —
And then get back together

Childhood:
The others could be cruel
They’d make you feel a fool
But at least we were alive
And had a home to go to

Childhood:
A simple view of life
An innocence, and light
Would rule the day, until the night

Childhood:
It was all so simple then —
Could I live in that world again?

The Wilds of Truman Avenue

In the wilds of Truman Avenue
Grow rampant weeds
And many seeds
Of wild and untamed flowers

In quiet suburban streets
Some types of weeds
Push through the cracks
No strength they lack

We like to tame and formalize
But sometimes wildness is a prize
That we can learn to cultivate —
But then it isn’t wild

————

There was a Garden once
Where man and woman roamed
And wild things lived in harmony
With man and his sweet destiny

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In the wilds of Truman Avenue
I’ll dig and hoe
While Heaven’s vision
Slowly grows

How Can a God?

How can a God be so patient —
Waiting, waiting,
Until I’m ready to receive Him.

How can a God be so loving,
Despite the weeds of sin
In the garden of my life?

How can a God suffer for us
When we cause Him
So much suffering?

How can a God die for us?
The answer must be —
So that we can live with Him.

Suffering Servant

Weighed down
By our sin and suffering,
You sweated blood.
How did you persevere?

Knowing the evil within us,
You still loved us.

Having mercy,
You forgave.
You healed.

Confronting evil,
You were crucified.

Freely laying down your life,
You took it up again.

Savior of the world,
Save us!

Present Savior

Jesus my redeemer,
Healer of all wounds,
Strength amidst our weakness,
Defense against our doom.

Breath that brings refreshment,
Song that calms the soul,
Heart that brings forgiveness,
Words that make us whole.

Teaching us Your wisdom,
Holy Spirit’s gift —
Sacrificed all for us,
From hell our souls does lift.

Victor over evil,
Vanquished Satan’s power,
Present in our suffering,
In our darkest hour.

Evil has no power
When you present are.
Help us to remember
Your presence every hour.

Days in the Doldrums

Days in the doldrums —
No breath of air —
Heat hanging like limp hair.

Is this our fate?
To sit paralyzed by hate,
Unable to move?

Or will we let the Spirit’s breath,
Like freshening breeze,
Cool hearts oppressed by dread dis-ease,
And so bring deepening love?

How can we move
Without His power?
The darkest hour
Is brightened by
The Spirit’s power.

In Dust and Rain

You lifted me up, for a while.
I flew like a butterfly on weightless wings,
But I had to come down to earth.

I am a worm now, crawling in the mud.
But worms make way for growing things,
For trees, and flowers, and birds that sing.

It’s all the same,
In dust and rain,
In joy or pain.

Love has to hurt —
So life gives birth,
And pain gives way to joy.

Over Deep Waters

The Spirit of God

Moves over deep waters.

Always, He is hidden.

Always, He is quiet,

Whispering in the wind.

Can you hear Him?

 

God sometimes hides from me.

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