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.
I know You have a plan
A purpose great for me
But what the plan and purpose are
Is hard for me to see
It’s hidden from my eyesight
Too quiet for my ears
Or maybe I could see and hear
If not absorbed by fear
You’re making a creation
You have an awesome plan
The gears are turning slowly
O’er many years they span
The universe You fashioned
The earth, the stars, the sea –
Am I just a speck of dust, or —
Made for infinity?
Jesus, help me love You,
Help me live for You each day,
Put my life into Your hands,
With faith keep fear away.
Help me see the beauty
You made for me each day.
Recognize Your glory
In things that come my way.
See You in each moment,
In the clouds and sun.
See You in disguises
That all around me come.
See Your plan so awesome,
In joy and sadness praise.
See you both in drudg’ry
And pleasant things each day.
Put my trust completely
In Your plan so great.
Let me tell Your story
So all can contemplate.
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,
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.
I looked around, what did I see?
A person looking back at me.
Was he the I, or I the it,
Was he to me my destiny?
And who am I and who are you?
Our destinies together through
Has God ordained; it must be true.
A myst’ry lies beneath it all,
I do not understand the call.
But still with trust I must go forth;
My circumstances must not force.
Accept, accept, and let it be.
No matter what I do or say,
Jesus, You will have your way.
I fight, I beat against your chest,
Though I know You want my best.
I know You have an awesome scheme,
A plan beyond my wildest dreams.
My blinded eyes, my stopped up ears,
Surely You will calm my fears.
Kicking, screaming, still I go;
Your plan for me I do not know.
When sweet surrender finally comes —
Not my will, but Thine be done.
Pieces of a Stained Glass Window
My life is in pieces
Which you intentionally broke
Like pieces for a stained glass window
Shattered my once solid illusions
Broke up my long-held,
I’m breaking up
In a brilliant white light
Will you catch me?
How did I come upon this place,
This foreign land of foreign tongue?
Strangers, strangers, everyone —
I don’t fit in and don’t belong.
He sent me to a foreign land
To people that I did not know
His goal I did not understand
I had to plant new roots and grow
Doubts and fears — they crowded in.
My faith was fragile, but survived.
Mistakes, delusions, sometimes sin;
And still He kept right by my side.
My soul was bitter; my way was hard.
But oft’ a glorious light broke through.
He sent companions to my side;
His friends and mine His love showed true.
And now I know His purpose great
His plan He had to orchestrate.
This life is not for foolish pride,
But that His name be magnified.
Heaven is my real home,
“The only goal,” I said three times,
And sent my children on their way
With blessings in the Father’s name.
And so life’s circle has come full:
The morning, noon, then day is done.
The life that from the darkness rose
Goes back to meet the Father’s Son.
Behind the Scenes
Quietly, behind the scenes
God’s love is working
As we dream.
We fuss, we fret;
Still He directs
The drama of our life’s events
Like a conductor
Does He lead
With perfect timing
Meets a need
Never early, never late
Life’s music He does orchestrate
What seems to be a tragedy
Though deeply sad, can really be
A door to further growth, you see
Though painful, it will to Him lead