Tag Archives: Father

TURNING AROUND

17 Sep

Be still, and know that I am God: . . .” Psalm 46:10

 

I have never known the love of a natural Father.

But through the unconditional love of my children,

You have shown me how precious it can be.

I have found it so very hard to trust man,

But You have shown me that love can be present,

Without performance or expectation.

I have struggled through past loneliness,

But You have shown me the treasure of being alone,

And quiet before You.

Thank You for turning my world around.

 

 

Written 6-15-2002

GOD OF OUR FATHERS

7 Sep

“But with the precious blood of Christ, as of a lamb

without blemish and without spot:” 1 Peter 1:19

 

God of our fathers,

Perfect and true,

Tender Your Children,

Cleanse us a-new.

Merciful Savoir,

Source of new life,

God of our fathers,

Our precious delight.

 

 

Written as a song in 1991

CONFESSION

4 Apr

“For thou, Lord, art good, and ready to forgive; and plenteous in mercy

unto all them that call upon thee.” Psalm 86:5

Forgive me, Lord, for my doubts.

Forgive me, Lord, in my pain and fatigue,

Your voice was distant and faint,

I thought You didn’t care.

Forgive me, Lord, I forgot the blessings,

Of yesterday in the crisis,

Of today.

Forgive me, Lord, for not recognizing,

How very precious I am to You,

You showed me again and again,

Buy my self-esteem couldn’t receive it.

Thank you, Lord, for continually calling my name,

Calling louder and louder,

When my ears were turned away.

Thank you, Lord, for the friends and warriors,

That You sent to my side,

When I was to weak to fight.

Thank you, Lord, for forced rest,

When my body was in desperate need,

But I refused to rest.

Thank you, Lord, that I am Your daughter,

And You are my Father,

And nothing can ever change that.

 

Written 6-14-2002

SECRET PLACE

22 Dec

“He that dwelleth in the secret place of the most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty. [2] I will say of the Lord, He is my refuge and my fortress: my God; in him will I trust.”   Psalm 91:1-2

I have a secret place,

That I alone know.

A place I call my own,

Where my Father and I,

Laugh together,

And cry together,

Face to face.

It’s a very special place,

I can travel to at will,

Without ever leaving,

The place where I stand.

In that secret place,

I see the face of God.

Sometimes in a stranger,

Sometimes in the sky,

As I bask in His Holy Creation.

My secret place has flowers,

And birds,

And streams,

And fields,

Sweet fragrances of memories,

And music that fills my soul,

Things that bring me closer,

To my Father’s voice.

You may sit right near me,

And never see me leave,

But you’ll notice a different glow,

That saturates my spirit,

And lifts me every upward.

My secret place can’t be found,

By anybody else.

But yours, my friend,

Waits for you,

Deep within your heart.

 

Written 6-16-00

MY PRECIOUS FATHER

22 Dec

“To appoint unto them that mourn in Zion, to give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of.” Isaiah 61:3

I have a precious Father,

Who is always there for me.

Not one minute of the day goes by,

When I can’t see Him and all He’s done.

A Father whose lap I can nestle in,

When I’m feeling tired or overwhelmed;

Where I can grieve and mourn,

And feel peace as His strong arms,

Shroud me with His Glory.

I have a precious Father,

Who never leaves my side.

He provides the joy in my happiness,

He provides the strength in my sadness.

He gives me the freedom of decisions,

And the mercy of forgiveness,

When my decisions are poor.

I have a precious Father,

Who provides the sunlight of my mornings,

A cool breeze in the heat of the day,

And the brightness of silvery stars in a blackened night.

My Father paints the sky,

With the rise and set of the sun,

And dances the clouds about,

For my pleasure.

I have a precious Father,

Who holds the wealth of Kings,

In the palm of His hand.

Who lifts the broken out of poverty,

Lays waste the Kingdoms of the unrighteousness.

And in all His greatness and majesty,

My precious Father,

Never forgets me,

Never sets me aside,

Never leaves me for a moment,

Even in times when I am less than thoughtful.

A precious Father that will remain with me,

All the days of my life,

Even though I choose,

To walk away from Him.

I have a precious Father,

Who will grant me the wisdom,

And bless me with the anointing,

To remain in His will,

Protecting His legacy,

In my meager way,

Always remembering,

That I have a precious Father.

Written 6/15/1997

 

The Mother

22 Dec

“… how often would I have gathered thy children together, as a hen doth gather her brood under her wings…” Luke 13:34

A belt of Gold brings together

A Garment of Praise,

Purple and Azure,

And a covering of Righteousness

White and Pure.

A Crown of Royalty rests on her Head,

Wrapped in Purple,

Yet unadorned,

For the Wedding Day has not yet come.

Majestic Arms,

Strong and Firm,

Reach out to the Nations,

Then gather back together the wounded and grieved,

In a warm embrace.

Standing firm,

On a strong foundation,

Not gilded or adorned with useless jewelry,

Set soundly on a true doctrine,

That none may cover.

She pours out the sustenance needed,

To strengthen the Saints of God.

One vessel holding the Priest’s share of the sacrifices,

Brought to the Brazen Altar,

Given graciously to those who hunger.

One vessel holds the precious food of the Spirit,

The Word of God,

Served to build the body of faith.

Eyes keenly upon the task at hand,

Not to the left or the right.

Face radiant with the glory of God,

Anointed to shepherd the people,

Those unwanted by the church of glass and velvet,

Those needing the foundation and guidance,

To heal.

The hand of the 5-fold ministry,

Carefully pours the anointing out,

To those appointed to fulfill the need.

The Mother,

The Church,

Will rise,

Bearing the vessels of truth and righteousness,

On its shoulders,

Looking for a people, to dip and drink.

It will rise in strength and confidence,

Knowing her place.

Only setting her work aside,

For a moment,

That moment when she embraces her children,

Blessing them and sending them forward,

To find their place.

Then lifting her vessels again,

Placing them firmly upon her shoulders,

She presses onward.

Written 10-11-01

ISOLATION

20 Oct

He shall call upon me, and I will answer him: I will be with him in trouble; I will deliver him, and honour him. Psalm 91:15

I have fallen back into myself,

It’s so comfortable there.

I see the child

Looking for shelter, reaching out to me,

By my solitude – so precious –

Keeps me from reaching back.

I see the man

Drinking away his pain.

No, no, no.” I shout,

But from my safe place no one can hear,

They continue toward death.

I see the woman

At the point of desperation

Mouths to feed, bills to pay, all alone.

I start to reach out

But in my isolation she can’t see I care.

The pain of others so overwhelms me

That I crawl farther out of sight

To my safe place with Jesus.

Yet in my safe place there’s a stirring

Scriptures echo in my mind

The rumbling of the Spirit bursts through bone and sinew!

Is this what I’ve called you to?” Cries God.

Hesitantly I look into the eyes of my Father,

He’s not angry, only hurt.

The tenderness in His eyes draws me.

I reach for His outstretched hand,

And step back out of myself.

In my mouth He’s placed the words that I must take,

To the Child, To the Woman, To the Man.

The words that will turn their pain to Hope,

Their death to Life.

The Words – The Gift – of my Father.

 

Written 2/5/2003

QUIET PLACE

15 Oct

My righteousness is near; my salvation is gone forth, and mine arms shall judge the people; the isles shall wait upon me, and on mine arm shall they trust.” Isaiah 51:5

Gathered in His arms, resting In His lap.

A daughter held safely in the tender arms of her Father.

We rock gently, back and forth,

To the song You’ve placed in my heart.

The warmth of love radiates through me.

It is a preciousness I feel nowhere else.

And as the pressures of the day begin to push in,

I will step away to a quiet place.

 

I will wrap Your arms around me,

And taste the sweetness of Your love,

That burns always in my heart.

 

 

Written 6-15-2002

 

GENTLE BREATH

13 Oct

He shall cover thee with his feathers, and under his wings shalt thou trust: his truth shall be thy shield and buckler. Psalm 91:4

A rush of angel’s wings,

Soothing,

Drawing away,

The stress of yesterday.

Angels of protection,

Wrap your wings about,

That no evil,

May Penetrate.

Gentle breath of God,

Wash over,

Cleanse – Fill – Release.

Precious Holy Spirit,

Heal the broken walls,

Fill the voids,

With Your joy.

Release Your anointing,

To bring a new walk,

Stepping in the footprints,

Of the Father.

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** Prayer – May your time with Jesus be tender, precious and everlasting. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.

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Written 1/13/2004

TAKE MY HAND

27 Dec

 Reaching Hand

“Thou leddest thy people like a flock by the hand of Moses and Aaron.” 

Psalm 77:20

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Take my hand, Lord,

                                                         and guide me through this weary time.

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Gently lift and gently lead,

            my eyes are tired,

           the path is dim.

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Take my hand, Lord,

                               a grasp of friendship,

                    a grasp of love,

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Father to child,

                     child to father,

            trusting,

           secure,

           warm.

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Take my hand, Lord,

                                   that I might be healed,

                          and capable soon,

                         to reach my hand,

                     back to another.

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