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
Is God really silent?
Or do I choose not to hear?
Are there selective buzz words
That my ears want to bear?
Is God not communicating?
Or am I closing my eyes,
Am I refusing to read
The words in the skies?
Is God turned away from me?
My presence to ignore?
Or am I just unwilling
To open my heart’s door?
Am I prideful, strong-willed?
Can’t admit I’ve done wrong?
So by saying God is silent
Makes a more acceptable song?
Do I find the truth ugly?
Does me it even offend?
Sadly, yes Lord it’s true,
I am a fair-weather friend.
O Father forgive me!
May my selfish pride fall,
To You I must cling,
Your voice I hear call.
Wipe away all pretending,
May I seek You and find,
You’ve always been ready
To claim my heart, soul and mind.
Help me be through with “what used to be”,
So the past will be over and then free my heart.
Lord, it will belong only to You to mend,
Make every crack and chip a work of Your art.
Walk with me through the Valley of What Should Have Been,
Free me of the shackles of ego and pride,
Then show me who I am through You,
A daughter loved at her Father’s side.
Drain me of the wasted energy expelled,
Fighting to be vindicated after treated wrong.
Weave in my being Your perfect peace,
From my soul let me sing You a true love song.
Open Your presence and allow me in,
Please lift me up to come to You.
Renew in me the joy of being Your child,
Allowing me to worship and love You.