If I could just look at this view all day, Not seeing the ugly scenes, The nasty means used to get what people want, If I could unhear the growling throated howls, Or the innocent souls crying out to You, The blood thirsty ones seeking revenge, Could my soul believe what I say? Here, in this cottage, just You and me, I can keep my eyes upon You, Finally I can lay face down before Your throne, Seeking Your will and reading Your Word, Your angels have covered us, My heart wants and seeks Your peace, Here with You in our Cottage-by-the-Sea. The world though lays beyond this lot, The Earth is where I live each day, It's been growing darker and darker, Regardless of how much sunlight shines, How good our intentions are, How bright the moon and stars, How beautiful the fruit inside is rot. Let me pick up my cross and follow You, May I see the cost and pay it willingly, For You paid all our redemption bounties, And sharing that with others Should be my deepest heartfelt pleasure, Here I've come to draw upon Your strength I come here to find mercy like morning dew. Yes, some places on Earth are like this view, Where winds race fresh and salty, Sunlight creates the golden paths, Diamonds on the sea waves twinkle, The sky is clear and cool the breeze, The shore is clean with golden sand, I'm grateful for this as I come to You. Help me face the truth regardless, Help me stay true to Your Word and Will, Keep my feet on Your pathways, For Jesus only You are the Way, the Truth And only You are also the Light, Guide me here by Your Holy Spirit, Forgive us all for this world's mess. ----dfav 10/19/2020
Here I am and here are You Meeting once again in this place In this Cottage-by-the-Sea I am humbled I dare not look into Your glory filled face. My soul draws in Your very presence, As my lungs breathe in the sea air, How is it always possible dear Lord, You always love me and always care? Today I throw myself at Your feet, Casting all my weariness and cares upon You, You speak to my heart and very soul, Reminding me of Your love and what I am to do. From deep within me praise by song I offer up The words lapping on Heaven's very shores, Here I worship and praise You Lord, Heaven itself has flung open her doors. My soul is washed its windows flung wide, As You accept my worship, prayer and praise, Here in our place of intervention I offer You my heart and soul to raise. From our Cottage-by-the-Sea just You and I, In the falls nipping sea salty bracing winds, I freely give all I am to You my Savior, Freed because I know in You there is no end. ----dfav 10/11/2020
These bodies You created are frail.
Yet they are also strong.
They fail when we need them most.
Yet keep going when least expected.
They sometimes appear to have hesitated,
Then soar over the worst conditions,
As if never to have even paused.
You’ve allowed mankind to open mysteries,
To learn how, why, when, what of these flesh,
Prolonging life beyond expectation,
Allow us our illusions we can conquer all,
But we’re not immune to the fall,
Death always stalks each of us,
Down the corridors and life’s halls.
Even in what we call a tragedy,
I will stand though weary of standing,
Though the storms are rolling in the harbor,
My anchor is forever attached to You,
It must not matter what Death comes to do,
Who it comes to claim, or scare, to scar,
My faith in You, Lord, must carry me through.
You know it is there,
This hunk of indescribable pain.
Questions, some claim
Faith would never give name.
That to do so acknowledges,
Admits to doubt as a foundation.
And that brings more information
To the forefront of the situation.
But, it is there.
Why do You not heal?
If not the physical needs,
Why not the spiritual misdeeds?
The emotional scars gone to the weeds?
Why isn’t faith rewarded here?
When someone clings to You,
Wraps up everything through and through,
Standing firm, standing firm on You?
Why, do You not answer?
Sometimes, I confess,
I hear the question of questions,
“What if” I’m wrong about the situation?
If You turned us out eons ago, in dissatisfaction?
Are we calling on a God unmovable,
One no longer concerned with mankind?
Does a bigger disappointment exist for You to find?
Less of a fumble in the daily grind?
Oh, it is there.
But, it is countered with
Swift flowing thoughts of awareness,
That You weave man into Your heart and press,
Your imprint on our souls with Your address.
Day is coming when no more,
Will I have reason to doubt,
Or farmers have reason to fear drought,
When all of life will bloom and sprout.
And even now,
I can point to the ugliness,
And You will guide me with gentleness,
Because You act with tenderness,
Even if You must correct me,
Prune sin from my heart’s garden,
Impress upon me I must ask Your pardon,
You do so with love not by a hand grown harden.
I will trust in You.
The cottage has the sense of abandonment,
Though I was here just days ago.
But it’s meant to be lived in every day,
Not to be a place to come and go.
I’m throwing open the windows,
Holding wide open both the doors,
Send please, Your Holy Spirit through
Clear the staleness and so much more.
May the winds of Your hearts love,
Drive dust and debris from the place,
And when it’s safe to open my eyes,
Allow me a glimpse of Your face.
Set to rights with my own two hands,
The hodge-podge of things now astray,
Settle in me true contentment,
Plant my feet again on Your narrow way.
Thank You, Heavenly Father,
For reminding me of my heart’s home,
Thank You, my Lord, my Savior,
That I do not return here alone.
Praises to You, O Mighty King!
Praises to You, Master of everything!
Praises to You, Creator of all good!
Praises to You, Shelter of All the truly misunderstood!
When the ways of life are dim,
Thank You for rescue filling me to the brim.
When the charges of my heart run low,
Thank You for the recharging so I am not slow.
Almighty God, I pray blessing upon You,
The merciful Father who pulls us all through.
Father God, may You know eternal praise,
May all creation Your Holiness constantly raise!
In every situation ever known to man,
May You forever be the God to who this woman ran.
In life here and in life far beyond,
May Your eternity stretch forever on.
Lord, this is my problem;
Today, the mood within me is foul.
It is ugly, mean and downright hateful
And if my friends and I value our relationships
We’re going to keep our distance
Or it won’t stop ’til one of us throws in the towel.
Lord, I recognize the anger boiling in me isn’t balanced.
It isn’t interested in any more information
And I’ve tolerated all this woman can.
For this one period in time can’t they just be quiet?
Or one of us will be shocked I ever kept anything silenced.
Lord, it isn’t one thing I’m ticked off about,
So warn others to not try to reason with this ugliness,
They, nor You have to accept it,
Run in the opposite direction quickly!
But if they choose to stay and prod the bear, the mean is coming out.
Today, Lord, I would like to slap the smugness,
The arrogance, the entitlement right out of people,,
So I plea with them to back away, far away
And take their immaturity right along with them,
Cause I am angry with no desire for righteousness.
Lord, You know the many times I have kept my temper,
I have looked at it from all sides,
I have tried to understand for the children’s sake,
I have prayed and given things time to settle,
But today my off switch is stuck on anything but off or simmer.
Lord, You brought these friends into my life for a reason,
Never before have our differences been so apparent,
Our hearts cores so clearly exposed
Our understanding so obviously in different camps.
Is this Your way to say our friendship is out of season?
For today let’s keep me off of Facebook,
Nurture Your love in me and Your thoughts,
If this is Your way of calling me to take a stand,
To be an opposing voice to the rhetoric,
Let me react in a godly way and with a Christ-like look.
Meanwhile Lord, can we just keep everyone silent?
Between the pain, the uncomfortableness,
The lack of self-control with taking the medicine,
And the hormones racing through me,
I need silence, blindness or sleep mercifully sent.
Lord, this is my problem.
God, we pray for healing.
We ask that Your will be done.
We try to hold on,
Knowing You are the One,
The true God, Jehovah.
God, we pray for strength.
We recognize our weakness.
We fear our pain,
Our best is just weariness,
To You, Lord, God Almighty.
God, we pray for understanding.
We know there’s much we don’t know.
Trying to comprehend it,
Gives us many ways to go,
One way leads to You.
God, we pray for forgiveness,
We flounder and we sin,
We don’t understand our minds,
Our ego wants badly to win,
But You make us successful.
God, we pray for our witness,
Our lives point others to You,
Then they must see our storms,
See the anchoring You do,
To keep us steady.
God, we pray for our selves,
We don’t do what we know to do,
We give into the easy route,
Taking our eyes off You,
And we fail You every time.
God, we pray for our souls,
We pray about eternity,
We struggle with ourselves,
Facing what is reality,
Instead of what we want.
The moon hangs low over the sea tonight.
The stars burn bright though lesser light.
If I could but walk the moonlit path,
Would I walk to You upon the silver lined bath?
The sea laps a rhythm against the sand.
The edges blurred between sea and land.
If I could swim amongst the darkest waves,
Would I swim to You along moon lit pave?
The wind lifts air and twirls it round and round.
The currents playful and blustery hitting ground.
If I could take the wind and fly over sea,
Would I fly straight to You when of this world free?
The sand beneath my wheelchair wheels is packed.
The sand damp and cool where to sea is backed.
If I could count each grain until the end,
It couldn’t be better than having You as God and friend.
The creation You designed before me spreads.
The creation calls me and to You I’ve fled.
How could I be here before Your creation grand,
And fail to recognize You and the work of Your hands.
The cliff on which the lighthouse stands,
Hasn’t forever stood as now it stands,
The mighty force of natural elements,
Adds, subtracts from sea to land
Ever changing though it appears the same,
A silent siren or warning depends the name.
The waters which pound the rocks away,
No two drops fall the same two ways,
Nor arrive together in self-made fashion,
To create the waves of the seas way,
But their power alters everything,
The music fills and clearly rings.
The wind that hustles, bustles, towers,
Shrieks past the brave and those that cower,
Reshaping earth as it surely blows,
A shrill for voice or a terrific howler,
Then reduces self to a meek remnant,
Returning to the ends from which it was sent.
The sun, the moon, the stars at night,
Alternating features seen by sight,
Turning soil and rock to dust
Casting shadows deep into the light
The greater rules the day, the lesser dark,
The lighthouse stands so sure it’s mark.
The One and truest God of all,
The God to who restores us from our fall,
When we seek our own path and way,
Neglecting our truest, greatest call,
He reaches through the murk of man,
Reconciles us to Him in love because He can.