“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
“For thou, Lord, art good, and ready to forgive; and plenteous in mercy
unto all them that call upon thee.” Psalm 86:5
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Forgive me, Lord, for my doubts.
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Forgive me, Lord, in my pain and fatigue,
Your voice was distant and faint,
I thought You didn’t care.
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Forgive me, Lord, I forgot the blessings,
Of yesterday in the crisis,
Of today.
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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.
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Thank you, Lord, for continually calling my name,
Calling louder and louder,
When my ears were turned away.
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Thank you, Lord, for the friends and warriors,
That You sent to my side,
When I was to weak to fight.
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Thank you, Lord, for forced rest,
When my body was in desperate need,
But I refused to rest.
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Thank you, Lord, that I am Your daughter,
And You are my Father,
And nothing can ever change that.
Written 6-14-2002
“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
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I have a precious Father,
Who is always there for me.
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Not one minute of the day goes by,
When I can’t see Him and all He’s done.
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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.
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I have a precious Father,
Who never leaves my side.
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He provides the joy in my happiness,
He provides the strength in my sadness.
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He gives me the freedom of decisions,
And the mercy of forgiveness,
When my decisions are poor.
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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.
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My Father paints the sky,
With the rise and set of the sun,
And dances the clouds about,
For my pleasure.
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I have a precious Father,
Who holds the wealth of Kings,
In the palm of His hand.
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Who lifts the broken out of poverty,
Lays waste the Kingdoms of the unrighteousness.
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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.
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A precious Father that will remain with me,
All the days of my life,
Even though I choose,
To walk away from Him.
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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.
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Written 6/15/1997
But the Lord said unto him, Go thy way: for he is a chosen vessel unto me, to bear my name before the Gentiles, and kings, and the children of Israel: Acts 9:15
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Oh, Jesus,
work through this vessel.
Spread peace through this church,
settle your children.
Precious Jesus,
precious Jesus.
Close you eyes church,
listen with your spirits,
listen with your souls.
Do you hear it?
Do you feel it?
Gentle Spirit blow.
Feel the cool breeze,
flowing between the saints.
Feel the billow of His robe
caressing you cheek as He passes by.
Reach out to Him,
reach out.
He hesitates a moment,
He turns and touches the tips
of Your outstretched fingers.
Only a moment,
the gentlest touch.
What Heaven.
What joy.
What peace.
Blow, gentle Spirit.
Touch your children.
Precious Jesus,
precious Jesus.
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Written July 15, 1993
As thou knowest not what is the way of the spirit, nor how the bones do grow in the womb of her that is with child: even so thou knowest not the works of God who maketh all. Ecc 11:5
The wind bloweth where it listeth, and thou hearest the sound thereof, but canst not tell whence it cometh, and whither it goeth: so is every one that is born of the Spirit. John 3:8
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At the breath of dawn
I raise my life to You.
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I feel your warmth,
caressing the weary lines
that etch and pull
at the curves of my face.
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Your light tenderly penetrates
the closed lids
of my eyes,
beckoning me to see,
far past the visible realm.
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I raise myself up,
straight and tall,
pleading to you for the strength
I once had
of my own ability.
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My own strength fails,
as it always has,
but Your strength overcomes
my weakness
as I step out for You.
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I remain in sweet communion,
our spirits touch through
the gift of Your precious Spirit.
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I absorb and regenerate
from the power of joining with You.
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Your anointing oil pours
from the cup of Your desires
to the hope of my will.
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I see what you have called me to,
but understand not.
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I touch the oil that flows
down my garments
and wonder “Why”?
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The oil glistens on my fingertips
as I take it to its appointed work.
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I question and doubt,
every step of the way,
at why I was chosen for this work;
whether I could truly
make a difference.
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As I reach the appointed place,
I reach out and touch the life
I’ve been sent to heal.
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The anointing and the Spirit become one,
coursing through this vessel.
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The Spirit speaks forth
as virtue flows out
through these fingertips
and into another called of God.
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After the evening passes
and the shadows of doubt diminish
I return to the dawn
to seek You once again.
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I so desire to know You,
to understand the plans
You’ve set in motion,
a plan that only you
can comprehend.
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Forgive me, Lord,
in the dusk of doubt.
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Help me to know that
my greatest mission
is to carry forth the touch
You have put in my hand,
And to take the steps,
You have placed in my feet.
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Help me to realize that
all I need to know,
all I need to understand,
is that every move I make
is completely in Your will.
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Written 6-17-99
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“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
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Gathered in His arms, resting In His lap.
A daughter held safely in the tender arms of her Father.
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We rock gently, back and forth,
To the song You’ve placed in my heart.
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The warmth of love radiates through me.
It is a preciousness I feel nowhere else.
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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
Linda J. Humes 