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.
When dreams are dead
Men lose their heart,
And, like dead men,
They fall apart.
Inside, unseen,
Their souls like stone,
Bear calloused wounds,
Exist forlorn.
Let not dreams die —
Still deep inside,
Quench not the fire
Of hope alive.
Let Love somehow
Heal deepest wounds.
Let Jesus’ love
Break open tombs!
Then shout, and sing,
Our voices raise!
Hosannahs bring
In humble praise!
Broken today
By my own sin.
Tears of sorrow
Fall like the rain.
Only Your love
Will bring a new day.
So weak without You;
Why do I doubt You?
Wandering eyes
Start looking at lies.
Inadequate soul —
Why my surprise?
Why all the violence?
Lacking godly reliance.
Too driven by lust —
In God we must trust.
We all have our fears —
To Him let’s draw near.
Feel so insecure,
But Your love is sure.
Yes, I am weak,
But Your strength I will seek.
Though sometimes depressed,
By You I am blessed.
You’ve won the war,
The strife for my soul.
Now I allow
Your grace to endow
Your new life in me —
And thus victory.
Oh, so great a Savior
Who shed His blood for me,
Who loves beyond all measure
And hung upon a tree.
Who washed the feet of creatures
With dirt and sin defiled,
Who saw in me, a sinner,
A soul to save worthwhile.
Who in most-desperate persons
Sees holiness and good;
The thief, the whore, the tax man
With Him to heaven could.
O holy One and mighty
So great a price You paid.
Endured abuse from sinners
And in the grave was laid.
Oh, mighty, glorious Savior,
Who from the grave emerged
Victorious over satan,
And new my soul has birthed.
HIS HEALING
Head hanging
Shoulders sagging
Couldn’t be bragging
About my mood
Soul searching
Heart hurting
Forever turning
To face a wall
Dawn breaking
Light changing
God saving
My empty soul
Joy filling
Heart thrilling
Restlessness stilling
He does it all
—– December, 2011
clarakatalin 
Missing Men
Missing men and absent abbas,
Deadbeat dads and passive papas,
Men who have gone off to fight,
Men who seem to be off site,
Men who sit and read the news,
While their kids are so confused.
Men who don’t know how to be men,
‘Cause their dad was missing when …
As they grew up, there was an absence
In body, spirit, or emotional lapses.
God, our Father, we pray to thee:
Fill the gaps we cannot see.
Help the men who never learned
For family, wife, to be concerned.
Who might not know to show respect
To women — sometimes they in fact reject
The ones who dare to have a mind;
Some men have not learned to be kind.
Don’t get me wrong, the ones who fight —
The rough guys, tough guys, they’re all right.
I only hope they will include
Some kindness in the interlude.
Yes, dear men, you have a role
To care for wife and children’s soul.
And like us women who too have flaws,
To see God’s plan we must give pause.
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