Tag Archives: Will

STAND BACK

16 Sep

“And all this assembly shall know that the Lord saveth not with sword and spear: for the battle is the Lord‘s, and he will give you into our hands.”  1 Samuel 17:47 KJV

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I say stand back, stand back in the Lord.

I say stand back, stand back in the Lord.

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Egypt’s Red Sea seemed a mighty foe.

With Pharaoh close there seemed no place to go.

The people stood and cried aloud with fear.

Forgetting all along their Lord was there.

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I say stand back, stand back in the Lord.

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His mighty hand can move the sea from shore to shore.

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I say stand back, stand back in the Lord.

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Shielded by Armor of Faith we’ll stand.

Jericho was girded all around,

A mighty fortress set on solid ground.

If rushed the army within would abound,

By marching feet and trumpets it went down.

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I say stand back, stand back in the Lord.

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Gideon was sent to take the land,

With only three hundred men he had to stand.

With pitchers, lanterns, horns, he did God’s will,

Though all the enemy died, he did not kill.

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I say stand back, stand back in the Lord.

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Deborah sent her army off to war,

The army would not go without her near,

The chariots of iron saved not the foe,

For God provided the rain, they moved no more.

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I say stand back, stand back in the Lord.

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Joshua was sent to take Ai,

To win this one he must be very sly.

Place armies front and back, came God’s reply,

And hold your spear up high, high in the sky.

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I say stand back, stand back in the Lord.

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Do you have an enemy today,

Take your troubles to God, get down and pray,

There is nothing He can’t rise above,

He’s there to raise you up in perfect love.

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I say stand back, stand back in the Lord.

 

 

 

✝ Written in 1992 as a song

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MOAB IS MY WASHPOT

24 Nov

Psalm 60 and Psalm 108

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I have been set between two warring factions,

Each is dear to my heart.

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I stand between the two and push each back,

Trying in the physical to do that,

Which only the spiritual can change.

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The anger and violence that explodes is frightening,

It cannot continue – it must not.

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One faction leaves in rage,

Tainting the lives of those left behind.

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I grieve.

I grieve in travail that seemingly,

Cannot be quenched.

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I pray and clean my house,

I pray and stand in faith,

I pray and wait for my miracle,

It is taking so long.

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“Moab is my washpot,” says God,

my thorn, of incestuous birth,

and my cleansing bowl.

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Moab is my washpot,

A chosen outsider that I love,

With all of my heart.

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I long to draw him close,

Yet he has pushed me far away.

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I kneel before God,

Cleansing my past,

Cleansing my generations,

Cleansing the ground on which I stand,

Cleansing the future for my family to come.

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As I prepare a new path,

A new home, a new way,

The heaviness of anger and grief lift.

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When my loved one returns,

Peace will overcome turmoil,

Love will overcome rage.

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There will be much pain to be healed,

There will be times of testing,

Times of patience,

Times of re-washing and cleansing,

Times of reconciliation.

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I bless God for the times that Moab rose up,

For we had a mere existence,

An acceptance of the way things were,

Things that were not right.

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Without Moab, things might never have changed,

Now God can work His will,

In drawing us together,

The way we should have always been,

But couldn’t find the way.

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Thank you God, for the trial of Moab.

 

 

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Written 2-8-2001

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To Know

2 Nov

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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