of brokenness

Here I am, Oh God
Once again I come
To Your grace I stand
Before You I bow down

I am weak and frail,
foolishness took me;
sins crawled to my being;
succumbed to doubt and fear.

Day after day I ask for hope
but it seems so faint;
so blurred and far away,
like a fog before a dawn.

I couldn’t give myself one
because inside me there’s nothing
left to be proud of,
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don’t forget

When you feel weak… come to Me;
When you are being neglected… come to Me;
When you feel small… look to Me;
When you are being taken for granted… come to Me;
When you’re confused… think of Me;
When you’ve forgotten how to be true… come and seek Me;
When you’re lonely, speak to Me;
When people fail you… put your trust in Me;
When you’re hungry… come and dine with Me;
When nobody understands you… I’m the only One who does;
When nobody seems to pick you up… I will carry you;
When all else fails… I’m still right beside you..

And when everything’s alright, and you’re alright again… My child, don’t forget to remember Me.

Look to the LORD….

Bless the Lord, O my soul;
And all that is within me, bless His holy name!
Bless the Lord, O my soul,
And forget not all His benefits:
Who forgives all your iniquities,
Who heals all your diseases,
Who redeems your life from destruction,
Who crowns you with lovingkindness and tender mercies,
Who satisfies your mouth with good things,
So that your youth is renewed like the eagle’s.

~Psalm 103:1-5~

No One But You

There are many times that You
have held me up high above
the storm, the flood, the wave—
You have shown Your incomparable love.

There’s nothing more to prove,
more than what You’ve done on the cross;
Your sacrifice is the uttermost of all—
Royalty left behind to save the lost.

You were the ram caught in the thickets
by its horns, prepared for the offering;
the tree that made bitter waters sweet,
and made well all who were sick.

You are the living waters that sprung up
out of the rock for the thirsty;
The brooks and streams are You
for the dried-up soul of a deer.

At Your right hand are pleasures of forever,
Battles are defeated down at Your feet.
To find You is to find myself;
In Your presence, joy is complete.

Like a son I run to You,
and like a father You come running to me;
There is nothing like this in all the world,
There is nothing to compare with Thee.

You are far more than I can ever desire,
For a Father like You, there is none else;
One who knew me before the foundation of everything,
The One who understands me most before I knew of Him.

The love of the Father is beyond all I can imagine,
Though I’m not worthy of His home, He took me in.
He is all a child can long for, can hope for—
To be under the palm of His hands; to be just beside Him.

I desire to hear You say how my life will go on,
To know You and the paths You’re taking me to.
For there is no one that will guide me in this self-seeking world,
No one to satisfy me, not even one, but You.

For you did not receive the spirit of bondage again to fear, but you received the Spirit of adoption by whom we cry out, “Abba, Father.” (Romans 8:15)

//gRaY (c) 02-03-12//

I’m coming Your way, Lord…

Swan Song

The final days are coming
and I can’t wait for it.
Though it’s a sign to let go,
it’s the inevitable I have to meet.

But the more I long for it,
the more I’m hurting inside.
It seems the days I’ve been were not enough;
the words I’ve imparted they couldn’t abide.

I hope I could go back to those times,
to do the things I’ve just learned;
to share what I have just discovered —
But I guess it’s not wise for it to consider.

I had many struggles and failures,
weaknesses and fears in being there;
So many fights and battles I’ve lost and won,
So many burdens I had to bear.

Amidst the incapabilities I realized in myself,
and insufficiency of mine I had known,
is Your never-ending mercy, glory and power I beheld;
Divine strength and mighty love You had shown.

Now I’m finally coming to the end
of this part of my journey,
ahead of me lies uncertainties
of where I will go or what I will be.

O how I desire to stay!
But it’s not for me to decide
Everything is in the LORD’s doing;
In Him I confide.

It is painful to go,
but I think I have to grow
in different pastures He will be leading me,
in various streams He wills me to flow.

O LORD! It hurts to step ahead,
but to stay more hurts even more.
Prepare me — I’m getting ready,
I’m coming;
in Your will I will soar.

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(Only) Life in this Plain

I hold this pen again
And started on this plain
Wrote down the time and date
Wondering what to create.

I've been musing on the past
Things that never really last
All I've been gaining is lost
Like leaves, in the wind, tossed

around and around, hard to be found,
tracking down the sound
of every music played, every word spoken,
every action done, every promise broken.

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