I hang by a thread, on the edge of a steep precipice;
I am weak and vulnerable.
Yet the Lord will rescue and deliver me.
I sit in the dark, not understanding;
I suffer from blindness.
Yet the Lord will bring His light.
I don’t know His plan for me,
Yet He said He has one.
So I hang in the dark, hoping and trusting.
“He who has begun a good work in you
Will bring it to completion
On the day of Jesus Christ.”
(Philippians 1:6)
Before I knew You loved me
Life was a desperate chore
A crashing bore
A quest for more
Before I knew You cared
Life was painful torture
A dissonant overture
A misplaced embouchure
Before I knew Your plan for me
(Or at least that there was one)
Life was confusion
A strong delusion
An ugly contusion
And then I knew —
And all was bright
And all was light
If only for a while
Now I go about in the dark
Working out Your plan
As best I can
A plant in His garden,
A stroke of His pen,
A thread in His tapestry —
I’m part of God’s plan.
A brushstroke on canvas,
A raindrop in storm,
A beam in a building —
I’m part of God’s plan.
A link in a long chain,
A fiber in rope,
A prayer among many prayers —
I’m part of God’s plan.
Beams in His building,
Strokes of His pen,
Flowers in His garden —
We’re part of God’s plan.
Life is not about me. It’s about God’s plan and my part in it. I may not understand God’s plan, I may be dimly aware of it, but I need to trust in it, or more precisely, to trust in the One who has a plan for me. And not only for me, but for every person on this planet.
Lord, may I be in harmony with your plan.
[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.
TIME TICKING ON
Are you the clay,
Formed by His loving hands?
Are you the stone,
Taking life as it stands?
Does now His loving will
Flow through You, keeping still?
Does saying “Yes” to Him
Give you the biggest thrill?
Are you the canvas now,
Letting His colors run?
Are you the tapestry
His weaving has begun?
Are you now in the boat
Tossed on the storm-swept sea?
But with Him in your boat
Sure that still safe you’ll be?
Time keeps on ticking on;
One day we’ll all be gone.
Be sure you’ll ready be
For heaven’s ecstasy.
Life — beyond my comprehension.
Am I from another dimension?
I give my acquiescence
To those of wiser ways.
Life seems at times nonsensical.
My mindset is impractical.
I go about within a daze
While others, nothing seems to faze.
There’s nothing accidental;
God’s plan sometimes impenetrable.
Yet through it all I see
He has a plan for me.
I must become so small
That it won’t hurt to fall.
So simple I must be,
And humbly I’ll be free.
clarakatalin 
Gifts and Talents
If I don’t have a realistic view of my gifts and talents, I won’t be able to develop them appropriately, and will fall short of the best I could be. Perhaps I will have missed God’s best plan for me.
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