The Rock of My Altar

Oft' there's no place to go.
About the stuff I don't know.
So up on the altar I throws it.
Minding He already knows it.

I breathe a sigh of relief -
Now so much less grief.
No more fussin' and fumin',
Trying to unravel confusion.

The more I give up, I believe,
The more easily I can breathe.
My life isn't my own -
Though some say I'm wrong.

Loved ones have said, "Get a grip!
Grab your life – write the script!"
But they recommend sin...
Mixing it in...not calling it Sin...

You know – "Leave that face!
Get out of that place!
Go on now, get a life!
Who needs that much strife!"

But some thing's amiss.
I may be a mrs -
But I also have honor
in being a Princess.

My Dad is Judge and King.
And knows each difficult thing
I deal with day to day.
I'm so not alone, so hey…

You get the grip and see.
How nothing in life is easy.
The devil offers disaster
When in your ear he'll plaster
"Quick - run to greener pasture!"
At lying, he is a master.

Go ahead, run to the field.
Now look down at your feet,
See... worms are there,
Thistles and weeds to despair
Seems like you musta brought'em,
Though left behind, you thought 'em.

So you get the grip
Don't call me a wimp
So what if I limp
Down here, I'm a temp…

Takes a lot of guts to stay
Facing ten devils a day
I'll keep laying them all
On the Rock of MyAltar

And though I may seem lost;
By troubles wildly tossed,
The Potter works His tender plan,
I, once a child, now, becoming man.


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Holy Alphabet

Unknown Author

Although things are not perfect
Because of trial or pain
Continue in thanksgiving
Do not begin to blame

Even when the times are hard
Fierce winds are bound to blow
God is forever able
Hold on to what you know

Imagine life without His love
Joy would cease to be
Keep thanking Him for all the things
Love imparts to thee

Move out of "Camp Complaining"
No weapon that is known
On earth can yield the power
Praise can do alone

Quit looking at the future
Redeem the time at hand
Start every day with worship
To "thank" is a command

Until we see Him coming
Victorious in the sky
We'll run the race with gratitude
Xalting God most high

Yes there's good times and bad but
Zion waits in glory...where none are ever sad!

If I Had My Child Again

Unknown Author


If I had my child to raise all over again
I’d finger-paint more and
Point the finger less
I’d do less correcting
And more connecting

I’d take my eyes off my watch
And I’d watch with my eyes
I’d care to know less
And know to care more

I’d take more hikes
And fly more kites
I’d stop playing serious
And begin seriously playing

I’d run through more fields
And I’d gaze at more stars
I’d do more hugging
And less tugging

I’d build self-esteem now
And my new house later
I’d be firm less often
and I’d affirm much more

 

I’d teach less about the love of power
And I’d teach more about the power of love.

  

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Inward Truth

By Jocelyne Sade

Letting pride,
Be crucified,
Humbly,
On bended knee,
Seek Him thoroughly,
His face to see.

Willful heart - when won,
Easier said - Thy will be done!
He in you is then created,
Carnal, for Spirit, is traded.
Let this be your goal -
All His, body, spirit and soul.

Behold, God sees
You on your knees.
Be simple, yes be true,
Be sure, He hears you.

He’ll spin you ‘round,
On His ground,
No game to play.
You, now but clay
For Him to mold
True and bold.

Trust your God
To strip the fraud.
To set you free,
Give integrity.
No more playing saint,
Foolish pharisaical paint!
Even words well spoken,
Can be worthless tokens.

Go ahead… sigh,
Your God is nigh.
He, resplendent,
You, repentant
Yet, now confident
At last, an honest heart!
Truth in the inward part!

“Behold, You desire truth in the inward parts,
And in the hidden part, You will make me to know wisdom.”
Psalm 51:6