The wheels are rolling beneath the car Wheels have carried us near and far, Other trips come to mind so fast, When pleasure and pain reared in the past. It seems a metaphor for the present To return to where we once were residents, Life was hard but so much to come Who'd have thought in all life's sum, We'd find solace where we least expect By physically returning will we connect To who we were and who we are now? Wheels keep rolling there's a reason somehow. Do you remember the trip that day Mother broke her leg that awful way? We drove to visit and I cross-stitched We were only a few years hitched. Then the day that she died How I wanted someone to have lied. Or the day we moved to my home state Sure of the future we did not hesitate. Two became three after one trip The wheels kept turning they did not slip, The big trip to Walt Disney World that year Our daughter grinning from ear to ear. Now she's all grown and it's you and me After nineteen years of us three. Wheels keep rolling take us far Further than wheels on a car. Help us remember every single blessing, Hear our praise and our confessing. Open our ears to hear Your voice in the wind For You Lord God are our Savior and Friend. One day You'll call us home forever Where our joy will not end, never. Home to forever be with You, All our souls long to do. Prayer wheels keep on rolling far, For they carry us further than any car, To the throne of God, the King of Kings, Hear our voices as Your praises we sing. -----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
Forgive me Lord, for the times I’m selfish,
When all I see are things from my point-of-view,
When my own hurt and pain are all I feel,
When I fail to acknowledge my own costs are due.
Forgive me Father, for the times I close my ears,
When all I hear are the beats of my own heart,
When my own fears have reared their heads,
When I forget to trust You to do Your part.
Forgive me Lord, for the times I judge others,
When all I see are the differences in others,
When I think I understand all that makes me right,
When I just don’t see the sin in which I smother.
Forgive me Lord, for damaging Your Holy reputation,
When all I do is push our own human laws,
When I think I’m right and I’m actually so wrong,
When I draw people away from Your Holy cause.
O Holy God:
Less of me, more of You
Let that be what they see—
Less of me, more of You
Let that be all they read.
For it’s not my strength or abilities
That holds me in this hour—
It’s less of me, more of You
From which flows Your mighty power.
Weeping in the parking lot,
Crying out God’s name,
Praying in the parking lot,
Lord, I am not ashamed.
It’s not just any parking lot,
It’s for appointment ninety-five,
When we leave this parking lot,
Please let us know what’s wrong.
Please rain mercy in this parking lot,
Flood the exam room with it too,
There’s hope alive in this parking lot,
We’re sure You’ll see us through.
Worshipping in the parking lot,
Clinging onto You for who You are,
Weeping in the parking lot,
Praying for answers from You.
Let me act wisely
Let my feet walk in Your lane
May I choose You first,
Shake free of sins curse
Though doing so bring joy or pain.
Wrap me in Your light
Let my mind choose to be wise
May I taste all Your Word
Be it bitter or honey
Let me choose You to authorize.
Open my heart to Your’s
May I put aside all that will hinder
May I remember my call
Though it be easy or hard
To You I must completely surrender.
Photo courtesy of Shane Hobson.
Into Your presence I commit my spirit.
Unto Your will I surrender my plans.
To You and You only I offer my heart,
To You the Father, the Son and Holy Spirit,
Together as one You cannot be torn apart.
Before You I kneel with true awareness,
You are the Master of the Universe,
The God of Abraham, Jacob and Moses,
A God who has a history loyal to fickle man,
Who has pierced Him with thorns and neglected the roses.
To You I give up my selfish ambition.
It’s to You I release the love in my soul.
To You I turn for eternal salvation,
To You I concede I’m at my core a sinner,
And only in You, through You, can I have redemption.
Take of me whatever it is You can use,
Mold me and shape me by Your standard,
Remake, refashion, recreate the disciple You need,
Purge my heart ’til its whiter than snow,
Reap from my life where You’ve planted the seed.
When this life has passed for me,
Repentance will be far too late,
Hear my soul cry out to Jehovah God today,
As the sun breaks with brilliance across the sky,
It is to You, in You, with You I beg to stay.
Thank You for air.
Air that fills my lungs naturally
And that air pumped in to complete the need.
Thank You for the care
You demonstrate in this provision.
Thank You for choice.
For being able to choose my action,
To decide what I believe and don’t,
And even what in my heart gets traction,
And what slips on away.
Thank You for encouragement.
For voices of now and past,
Who clean out my wounds and scars
So poisonous infections can’t last
But are washed away by caring.
Thank You for this moment.
Of awareness of my many blessings.
For too often I focus on my needs
On what I perceive as being lacking
Instead of what You’ve already given.
Thank You for Your love.
This never-ending resource of Your being
That sets within me the standard
Through which all of life and man needs viewing.
So I can be Your hands and feet.
Thank You for this time.
When our hearts truly communicate,
When there’s no motivation or mission
Beyond what You would dedicate
Towards You and Your people.
It boiled out of me like an erupting volcano,
Massive rivers of red-hot painful memories,
Black-as-midnight acts of discrimination,
Spewing it’s poison from mountain to sea.
Then it was over, at least the worse of it.
The path of the destruction stretched across my heart,
Boring a scorching swatch through my prayer house,
Erasing landmarks beneath it’s horrid weight,
I felt as if it were the elephant on top of me the mouse,
So heavy the load of my anger.
Then I felt instead of heat, the sea breezes coolness blow,
Tasted salt upon the air drawn deep into my lungs,
The firm, solid foundation of the place we’ve built here,
And within my soul the phrase blooms across my tongue,
“Thank You Lord for grace.”
No, things aren’t easy and everything is tough,
But, not once have You failed me even if I let You down,
Even when I erupt in anger and frustration,
You keep smiling at me though I give You reason to frown,
Giving me mercy new every day.
Together we can repair the damage and mend the walls,
For the foundation it was built upon is The Cornerstone,
The solid rock of Jesus Christ and His salvation,
Backed by the Father God upon Heaven’s throne,
And the movement of the Holy Spirit.
Praise God, I do not stand alone.
Before Your throne I call to You,
You are Holy, You are mighty,
There can be no one above You.
Here I prostate myself before You,
Seeking hard to do what’s true,
To worship and adore You.
Through tears that flood like rivers two,
Dams weakened with too much, too soon,
Though calling I can’t seem to locate You,
I will worship You and only You,
No matter what man or nature may do,
You are God, You are always true.