Look to Him, look to Him,
Though you wander in the dark.
Fly high, take wing,
Sing like the lark.
He will triumph,
He will win,
He will overcome your sin –
Let Him in.
Stay strong, keep on,
Like the eagle you will be
Flying on to destiny.
Fly high, do not fear,
Your Lord and Master,
He draws near.
Great and awesome, mighty God,
You who made the heavens and earth,
And every soul that comes to birth.
We do not understand Your ways,
Oblique to every mind are they.
How often we misspend our days.
We struggle, strive, to keep alive.
We fight, we hate, offense do take,
‘Til understanding comes – too late?
Your mercy, grace, so fathomless;
Your justice, anger, so restrained,
Until the time You have ordained.
Your patience for us wayward souls,
Your love expressed a thousand-fold —
Infinity we now behold.
How do we You now comprehend?
How, small soul, your ways to mend?
His mercy triumphs in the end.
I must go on,
For the road is long.
No matter how I think or feel,
I must go on.
I must be strong —
Still the river flows.
Where it leads; I do not know.
I must be strong.
I must keep on,
Though all seems dark.
No matter what some say or do,
I must keep on.
Though throat be parched,
Though eyes do sting,
Confusion reign or angels sing —
Remember Jesus’ suffering.
Keep on the road,
And do not fail,
Though drink be bitter, bread be stale.
To heaven’s gate I must prevail.
[Inspired by the following quote:
“JESUS DEIGNED TO TEACH ME this mystery. He set before me the book of nature; I understood how all the flowers He has created are beautiful, how the splendor of the rose and the whiteness of the Lily do not take away the perfume of the little violet or the delightful simplicity of the daisy. I understood that if all flowers wanted to be roses, nature would lose her springtime beauty, and the fields would no longer be decked out with little wild flowers. And so it is in the world of souls, Jesus’ garden. He willed to create great souls comparable to lilies and roses, but He has created smaller ones and these must be content to be daisies or violets destined to give joy to God’s glances when He looks down at His feet. Perfection consists in doing His will, in being what He wills us to be.”
St. Thérèse of Lisieux ]
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Like a daisy in God’s garden,
Not rose nor lily fair,
Like Leah to Jacob’s Rachel,
No beauty to compare.
Yet Leah brought forth Judah,
Of whom our Lord was heir.
And all the kings and queens of earth,
And those who lack in means,
Come to this world with nothing,
And leave with naught, it seems.
Whether you be famous,
Or by the world unknown,
His purpose you must surely find,
Unique to you alone.
To touch one heart with song,
To mend one soul I long,
To water the dry earth,
And bring to souls new birth.
To bring God’s light I must,
To blow the stars like dust,
To transform tears to mirth —
Then will my life have worth.
Light in the darkness,
Peace in the storm;
In wretched stable
Our Savior was born.
Forgiveness for sinners,
Hope for the lost;
Hatred now broken —
At unmeasured cost.
Love brought to sinners,
The ugly made whole;
To broken and battered
He shows heaven’s door.
Friend to the unlovely,
The lost and forlorn —
Caught now in sin’s prison,
The fetters are torn.
Come, all you people;
Sing now His praise.
The One who will save us
Is Jesus by name.
[Headline – Four homeless persons found dead from
hypothermia in recent freezing weather]
On cold and dreary winter night,
He pulled the blanket tighter still,
And tried to push the winter chill
Away from heart and soul – such fright.
Under the bridge
He found his place,
Away from prying passerby,
Away from passing, moaning wind.
He did not find the warmth he sought
And shivered uncontrollably.
That was the night
He fought and lost
His battle with cold destiny.
If all the stars like dust were blown
From palm of God upon the earth,
And fell like snow into the night —
Their glitt’ring shine,
Their silent birth —
And whispered quiet melody
Of dancing angels
Far and wide,
Of tinkling, tiny, windy chimes —
They sing to me
Of happy times.
Oh, universe
Now will burst forth,
In praise and song
To God divine.
O Lord, You brought me low —
A worm in the dust.
I despised myself
And was despised by men.
Mocked and ridiculed,
My hair hung down.
No beauty to attract others,
No winsomeness, nor delight.
I fought to breathe;
I choked in dust.
I grabbed for anything —
My soul was desperate.
But You, O Lord,
Were with me,
Though I did not know it.
I wandered in a parched land;
In desert plains I wandered.
You waited for me.
How You must have cried
To see me thus.
I cannot know your purpose,
Neither then nor now.
Only that You love me,
And I must You, somehow.
The Lord loves the unlovely,
And sinners He will bring to grace.
How dimly do we see,
With clouded eyes,
His purpose great.
His plan, His picture,
His canvas broad and wide,
His tapestry of colors,
Our fears do now belie.
While we are being molded,
Often unaware,
He paints His colors lovely —
Take heart; do not despair.
Tenderly He fashions
Exquisite work of art.
To soul, though torn and shattered,
His healing will impart.
Oh, drink the healing waters;
Oh, come and do partake.
Let all His love enfold you,
And fear do now forsake.
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