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Identity

We all have gifts and talents that are uniquely ours.

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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 psychotic
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

The Wanderer

Lost in the desert,
Mouth parched and dry,
Wandering always,
Wondering why.

Shadows approaching;
Must keep at bay —
Walk toward the sunlight;
On the path stay.

Desperate searching,
Cold from the chill.
Is all this wandering
Really Your will?

Increase my faith,
My sins forgive.
Make my path straight,
So I can live.

The Rich Man

Are we rich in any way? It may not be material things ….

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Invited in, I shyly stood,
Not knowing if I really should.
You see, I had so much to lose —
A fancy coat, expensive shoes,
My pride of life, my love of booze.

[The door too small to take it all … ]

Undecided, there I stood,
But I could see beyond that door
Some happy people, singing all.
But I would almost have to crawl
To get within that little hall.

I’d have to bend, might have to kneel.
My fear, my pride, I sure could feel.
I turned around, dejected still.

I wandered long; I wandered far,
But in my mind could see the door
Still beckoning, still off’ring hope.

While wandering, I lost the shoes,
The fancy coat, my taste for booze.
Somehow they didn’t seem to give
My soul its very-needed lift.

[My feet were calloused; my soul was bruised …]

I lost my pride; where did it go?
The things I’d thought; they were not so.
Inside-out, it seemed my life;
Continuing, but filled with strife.

Then humbly came I to the door.
I knelt; I crawled, into the hall.
With tears of joy I was received,
And my own tears, my fear, relieved.

In Wretched Stable

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 unlovely,
Lost and forlorn —
Caught 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.

The Guide

One day I wandered down a road

Took the wrong way; didn’t know.

In life don’t we just do the same —

Don’t ask directions, go our own way?

On this road I met a man

He asked me, “Do you know the way?”

“Where’s your map and have you asked

The way, the distance, for the task?”

I pondered this inside my soul

I didn’t really have a goal

How could I know where I was going;

My goal, my purpose hardly knowing?

He gave to me The Book and said,

“This have I long and often read.

This will guide you, as you’ll see

If you but oft’ its words do heed.”

And in The Book I met Another

His heart most tender, like a Lover

And with His presence and The Book

My wayward travels soon forsook

And when I wander now and then

He gently brings me back again

I often do His presence seek

And then in silence find my peace

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