Through driest desert and shifting sea,
Through darkest desolation —
Lord, let me gaze on thee.
Through mocking words and misery,
Through strife and consternation —
Lord, may I gaze on thee.
Through times of ease and much delight,
Through times of jubilation —
Lord, keep my gaze on thee.
In laughter, joy, and questioning,
Or worldly obfuscation —
Lord, I will gaze on thee.
Some people don’t have it together.
Their home is a mess,
Things everywhere —
Do they not care?
Some people don’t have a car.
They walk everywhere,
Or maybe on bike,
Or the bus not on strike.
Some people don’t have a living.
They’re tired of giving
All of their energy.
They need a strategy.
Some people still haven’t learned,
They often are spurned,
They don’t have a life,
Their life full of strife.
Some people need so much hope.
They don’t need the dope.
They need Jesus Christ,
Who alone can give life.
How much the ocean lifts my soul,
And fills my lungs with freshness full,
Clears cobwebs from a cluttered mind,
Breathes in new life, leaves cares behind.
In symphony the waves do roar,
They crash upon the sandy shore,
Wash, scour and sift the detritus,
And leave essential things for us.
Oh ocean, like my God so good,
Please cleanse my heart, if that you could.
Remove all bitterness and strife
And grant me peace for all my life.
Wounded is this world
By sin and strife.
Dissatisfied and —
At an unpeace.
Looking for something;
Compassion is needed —
Grace from above.
Love to your neighbor,
It only makes sense.
Build up; don’t tear down.
Encourage; not bully.
Don’t take it personally;
Grudges are silly.
Now, if only I can
Take this advice,
I’ll be one person
Making things right.
Agony is all I feel
Until I get to You and see,
Until I let You get to me
And set me free.
When I let myself let go,
When you live in me and grow,
When I let You set me free,
Is when I see.
I catch the glimpses from above,
I’m sometimes drowned within Your love,
But other times I lose the vision,
Have no focus; feel division.
I thank You for the battle won,
I thank You for Your Holy Son,
For Him who died upon a tree
And will complete good work in me.
This ship I travel, on treach’rous sea
I often wished that I could flee
I did not choose this ship of life —
Of sin, of sorrow; sadness, strife
I felt alone, though many traveled;
In darkest ignorance my life unraveled
But now and then a Light would shine
And slowly came the gift divine
I am not here for self alone
My purpose through the darkness shone
And as this ship sails on or stalls
With others do I meet life’s squalls
And I have met an Unseen Friend;
His Presence here do not contend
And if I may but save one soul
From falling, jumping in the sea
My soul will thrill, my heart will sing
‘Tis purpose done; ’tis destiny
Why the truth I tend to hide?
Refuse to God my sins confide?
Reluctant Doctor God to see;
Confess that I’m in agony?
Hiding the hate, the fear, the sin;
Hiding all that lurks within.
Not to say that I’m no good,
Just that I be honest should.
And not to hide behind a smile;
Let down the acting for a while.
Not conceal behind a mask
My weaknesses — that is my task.
O why pretend, my weary soul,
That I’m the person in control?
The circumstances of my life
To Him I yield, let go the strife.