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Jesus Calling

Come home;
I miss you so.

You’ve wandered long,
You’ve wandered far.

You’re weary now.

Your fevered brow
Has far too long
The sorrow born.

You need to rest,
To find your best.

To find your peace,
To end your quest.

Lay weary head
Upon My breast.

All things must pass;
Come home at last.

Longing for Home

Where is the place
I can call home?

At ocean shores,
Or mountains high,
In grassy plains,
Or deserts nigh?

Near rushing streams,
By forests green,
Or just in dreams
Will I be free?

Will I find rest
Upon a path
Strewn with my tears,
Or might I laugh?

In God I must
Seek out my rest.
And then at last
Will end my quest.

A Child Be

How can I His child be
When worldly cares relentlessly
Beat at my door?

I must let go,
Let trust decide
And be my guide.

Let go with wings
And songs that sing
Eternal glory.

Give up my way
And eyes must stay
On unseen Lord.

Does He now know
My suff’ring deep?
Of course; ‘tis His.

And calmly will I
Go to sleep
And rest in Him.

When Your Soul Is Weary

When your soul is weary,

When life is dull and dreary,

When your eyes get teary,

Take the time, take the time —

 

To smell the air,

To feel the wind in your hair,

To see the beauty of a flower.

To feel the sun on your skin –

Don’t let the light grow dim.

Take a minute, take an hour,

To stop your soul from getting sour.

 

Everything will one day die

Even you, and even I.

And will it matter at that time

The thing today that seemed so dire?

 

Let it go, let it go.

You don’t need to make a show

Of how good you are, and how brave.

Don’t let your pride kill the joy inside.

A Far and Distant Land

There is a far and distant land

Of which we all must dream

Where tears turn into diamonds

And laughter runs in streams

Where children play along that shore

And dance in bright sunbeams

 

Where hungers are all satisfied

And wounds long held do mend

Where strife and sin are but a dream

And troubled thoughts at end

 

There is a far and distant land

To which we all must look

And if I knew it very well

I’d write it in a book

‘Til then while life’s strains take up time

Our hope is in that land divine

 

April 12, 2012

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