Monday, October 12, 2015

DUST AND DIRT

GLORIOUS BEGINNINGS ALWAYS STARTING FROM DIRT
THE SIMPLE IMAGINING WHAT COULD BE
AND THEN MAKING A RUN FOR IT
LEAVING WHAT WEIGHS THEM DOWN LYING IN THE DUST

CLOSING OF THE EYES LAYING DOWN TO REST
LETTING GO OF ALL WE THINK WE KNOW
TAKING A BREAK FROM THE MANY BURDENS
THAT CHOKE OUT OUR HEART'S DESIRE TO GROW

GOING ON A TREASURE HUNT ONLY TO FIND
THAT WHAT WE ARE LOOKING FOR HAS BEEN THERE ALL ALONG
THE PICTURE, THE WORDS, THE SONG
THE FREEDOM TO BE FREE... TO BE THE REAL ME...

DUSTY DIRTY RUGGED GIRL DIGGING IN THE EARTH
TELLING OTHERS ENCOURAGING TIMELY WORDS
THAT CHANGE LIVES AND BRINGS LIFE AND HEAL HURTS
BUILDING UP THE WEAK AND REMINDING THEM OF THEIR TRUE WORTH.

Tuesday, February 17, 2015

FIGHTING FOR

Prayers of the Saints that have gone before
Were for you my friend - to be able to stop pretending..
However lonely, however tired, however sad, however lied too
There is hope in Heaven - a reason to live, a way out that's been made for you.

The One who knew you while you were in your mother's womb
The one who spoke life into your being and caused you to breath at first
He is the strength upholding you and calling out to you to come alive, to be true
Amidst the confusion, His hand is outstretched still, He chooses you still. He wants to heal you.

The fight is an endless one
Between both sides...for sure
The evidence is our weakness and the wreckage we feel
But the blood of Jesus speaks a better word and is more real than anything else...

Don't be afraid to call out for Help.


Friday, August 29, 2014

MISS MY SIBLINGS

SOMETIMES I STAND IN MY KITCHEN
AND STARE AT YOUR PICTURE
WONDERING IF YOU HAVE ANY IDEA
HOW BADLY I MISS YOU

THE SUN IS SHINING ON YOUR SHOULDERS
YOU ALL HAVE REASONS TO SMILE AND SO YOU DO
NO MATTER HOW HARD OR HOW MUCH YOU GO THROUGH
YOU ARE GROWING, YOU ARE LIVING, YOU ARE MOVING ON

I AM PROUD OF YOU
I AM PRAYING FOR YOU
LONGING TO HEAR YOUR VOICES AGAIN
WAITING TO HUG YOU AS TIGHT AS I CAN

SOMETIMES I STAND IN MY KITCHEN
AND STARE AT YOUR PICTURE
WONDERING WHERE IN THE WORLD YOU ARE
AND I IMAGINE I AM WITH YOU

BECAUSE YOU ARE FOREVER IN MY HEART
YOUR TROUBLES ARE MINE TO SHARE
I'D TAKE SOME OF YOUR LOAD IF I COULD
MAKE IT ANY BETTER - SO I CARRY YOU TO THE LORD IN PRAYER

I LOVE YOU I MISS YOU
NOTHING IS THE SAME WITH YOU
EACH OF YOU HAVE BLESSED MY LIFE
MORE THAN YOU WILL EVER KNOW.

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

COME CALLING

Calling calling I come calling
Falling on your mercy O Lord
Hear you calling me to yourself
Touch me that I may respond

Calling calling I come calling
Talking to you in whispers
Without words, in tears, and secret thoughts
Cause me to rest and wait upon you

Calling calling I come calling
Teach me to meet their needs
Somehow make me aware
Train my mind to think of others first

Calling calling I come calling
Out of insufficient selfish insecurities
Increase my hunger for your truth
Deepen my depths heal the hurts

I know that calling on you
Is the answer all the time
Open my eyes to behold your glory
And let my mouth be ever flowing with worthy praise.


Tuesday, May 6, 2014

OUR MOM

At times I still hear you whistling mother
From another room or somewhere far away
I remember how many times you held my hand
When there were no words say
 That's how you would show your heart
I hear you singing while you're cooking Mama
I hear you talking to God about all of us ...

Everything you ever did was for someone else
Waking up early to work so hard to give us all you got
You lived hope and you loved to share
Always concerned about being fair
You called us beautiful even when we were ugly
Your six little ducklings.

You held us close and didn't realize you were teaching us how to love others
For the rest of our lives
We would keep on giving your love away
And keep our lamps burning bright
You talked to us about heaven and the Word of God
Never in any hurry for us to grow up, but you knew we would
Live to see this day and feel this way...

Aching in our hearts to see you again
In your new home, tending your garden---


Tuesday, December 31, 2013

ANGEL BABY

SHILOH, MY ANGEL BABY
MAMA LOVES YOU MORE THAN I EVER DREAMED
ALL THAT YOU ARE IS PURELY A GIFT TO ME

ONLY THREE WEEKS OLD
EVEN WHEN YOU CRY
YOUR VOICE IT ECHOES IN MY MIND

SHILOH, SO STRONG AND PERFECT
THE JOY IN YOUR EYES
MAKES OTHERS REJOICE AND LAUGH AND SIGH

ONLY THREE MONTHS OLD
SO EXPRESSIVE IN YOUR EVERY MOVE
LEARNING TO LIVE, WRESTLE, AND SCREAM
I AM SO THANKFUL YOU WERE GIVEN TO DADDY AND ME




MAKE EVERY MINUTE COUNT

Sometimes i wish I could say that I did my best
but I did a little less.
Sure I donated here and there
but I have always more to spare.
I have so much more than I will ever need
Dear Lord please
Help me to see what I have and
Make a conscious effort to give it away.
I do not want to look back and realize in shame
I have wasted time and resources and the gifts that have been given to me.

Sometimes I wish i could say that I did my best
but in all truth I did a little less.
I have asked more of others than I expect of myself...
Ignoring hurts that I might have cause someone else.
I have delayed forgiveness and hidden truth
Forgotten what matters most in making every minute count...
Letting others know how much they matter to me
Doing everything within my power to set others free.