***** What in me did thou see oh dear Lord? Why bother as you went along among people? Looking at my soul; a sinner by best definition Why did you stop to look at this wretched me? Oh I know, it was by your grace, nothing in me. ***** In the uttermost filth of sin … Continue reading It is by your grace, nothing in me.
Month: February 2016
The heart of God
***** 'I have found David son of Jesse a man after my own heart; he will do everything I want him to do.' This perhaps is what makes David likable to me among all the kings of Israel. That is in addition to his heroic qualities. But what does it mean to have a heart … Continue reading The heart of God
Whence will I tire?
***** Will there come a day that I tire of you Lord? A day when my conviction will lay low Whence my commitment to thy glory changes? Such a day of regret I pray it will never be And I know it won't be for you will always be ***** It's you Lord that lights … Continue reading Whence will I tire?
Beautiful at heart; all beautiful
***** See the world and her glamour; The beauty on her majestic sky From horizon to horizon the Lord delights And in sight of the work of His hands, he is glorified But even more in you man, He is honored. ***** A masterpiece is the delight of an artist The joy of a good … Continue reading Beautiful at heart; all beautiful
Only by Grace
***** Oh Lord, what do I present to you? What will I give for this thy love? What will I offer for you to please? A sacrifice or offering; none is worthy Only by your grace to you I come ***** The filthiness of my soul; Not for you to behold The deceitfulness of my … Continue reading Only by Grace
Oh Lord, will I love another more?
***** Woe that a day would come, That a dawn was birthed, Such that your love I abandon. Darken the sun that day, let me see it not, For dear Lord, I cannot love another more ***** See Lord, even to love I cannot, Yes I can't, without you I cannot love. How would I … Continue reading Oh Lord, will I love another more?
Lest I took the Cross
***** That He was slain for my transgressions That my sickness was upon Him Nailing Him down, paralysed on a wood Suffering the sting even to death But how would I know lest I took the Cross ***** Yes how would I know His pain How would I tell of the anguish Would I ever … Continue reading Lest I took the Cross
He thought of me
***** I wonder what in mind he thought In pain and anguish on that garden Forsaken as the place, so he felt Probably thought of his abandonment? Nay, it's me; he thought of me ***** As he saw the disciples sleep off Unaware of what at stake; Not a soon to be attack Not even … Continue reading He thought of me