The Tear Don't cry, Lord Jesus Why that tear Does a sorrow to you Draw too near I lay my cheek upon your hand As flowers around my head Do blend Let me love you Oh my God, my dear You lift the crystal fluid Off your cheek Wait a moment Before you speak It is not for sorrow That my eyes do weep But for pure joy That in eternity Forever more May I now you keep!
Let Go! He’s after our hearts That deepest, personal part Waiting to instill Himself That raging, destructive old nature To kill But He needs your permission Your total submission For us to bend our knees If a different, better world We truly wish to see So, Let Christ have your total self Don’t hide pieces upon a darker shelf Bring out all that you are Obeying that Spirit’s inner call For evil’s thick, stone walls to crumble As Jericho’s walls will they fall And Our King will rush in More precious souls to win Before that last curtain call As around us all creation falls Is rendered useless, Disappears in a roar Christ’s face will appear His power at last crystal clear And for your faith He will wipe away all our tears
Praise Only a darkness To surround My small soul No one to comfort To cajole Beaten down Into a hardened ground But When it comes time For my last sound May it be to praise Praise You, Lord Jesus, Praise You
Flowers Flowers flitter, float and twist Spinning at water’s edge Suspended in fluid life Until a force, unidentifiable Pushes, they’re caught in Torrents of an energy Out of control, blindly Ripping at everything Multi-hued and rushing Entrapped in wildly straining At times, mad, Ceaselessly rushing waters Of life, labor, loss, pain Flowers follow, bobbing Tossed and thrown Waters almost overwhelming Losing a few small strays Of petals, delicate against The flow, deluge swirling Forcing them to dance At last, the journey’s end Uncertain, perhaps unsafe The water tumbles, falls over An abyss of rock’s sharp edge The flowers cling, clutch Tenacious to hold the liquid Surface, then in FAITH They release and reach For a hitherto unknown Place, in air, It lifts, they let go And rise to fly back home!
Phillippians 3:20-21 ESV But our citizenship is in heaven and from it we await a Savior, the Lord Jesus Christ, who will transform our lowly body to be like his glorious body by the power that enables him even to subject all things to himself.
And many of those who sleep in the dust of the earth shall awake, some to everlasting life, and some to shame and everlasting contempt.
Tears Many tears Upon the earth do fall Many voices raise Laments, they call God hears each word Each whispered thought Within His own heart’s walls Are they forever caught Does He do the same For all our tears As they release All our pain, our fears Does He gather Each tear as it drops Into His loving hands Do they make their final stop? Does He perhaps return All tears back to His earth From whence they came So they new life may seek to reclaim To water the plants For our souls do the same If so, it only goes to remarkably show That even tears can make things grow!!
In My Ears The Lions Roar In my ears The lions roar Around us Every moment, Every hour Trying over us To exert Their destroying power One lion roars Then another Loud, strong Around us pacing Hot breath in our face Watching, waiting Until a gentle whisper Taps upon your shoulder Soft at first Then growing bolder Its blazing light Reveals Christ's Full glory, Power, Controlling might As soon as they sense This Almighty Prince That very second One last defiant roar emitting They cringe They cower In their lower station more befitting So do not give in To floods of tears Those overwhelming fears Over everything Christ wins His armies He will send To bring to you A restful peace As in His loving embrace He will settle His sheep, That Lions' Master, In a restful, safer pasture!
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