I am spectacularly, wonderfully
Lost for words
You amaze me, astound me
Take my breath away
I am lost in Your presence
And now I understand
My life is nothing more than Your story
I live for nothing less than Your glory
I am lost to myself
You indwell me, live through me
You do all things for Your glory alone
I have died to myself
So that You can live through me
It’s not about me
It’s for You
For Your glory!
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
For such a time as this
Maybe it’s time for a redefinition
A time for a difference, a change of position
I’ve been placed here, brought here, given a mission
For such a time as this
Do I stand? Do I shout? Do I fall to my knees?
Should I change my perspective? Should I aim just to please?
On one side is the world, telling me ‘stay’
On the other, a new voice saying, ‘lead the way’
I am insignificant, a small part to play
Lost and confused, I shouldn’t be here today
I am but a child, straining, reaching for hope
How can I be expected to carry this load?
Maybe it’s time for a redefinition
Time for a difference, a change of position
I’ve been placed here, brought here, given a mission
For such a time as this
The cares of the world: hunger, war and injustice
Does it really matter what this one child says?
The children unborn are all counting on me
Amongst all these voices, with whom to agree?
The weight of a people, the burden of a friend
How can I hope to make a difference in the end?
Low expectations, low standards, a difficult climb
I can break the cycle, one prayer at a time
Maybe it’s time for a redefinition
Time for a difference, a change of position
I’ve been placed here, brought here, given a mission
For such a time as this
A time for a difference, a change of position
I’ve been placed here, brought here, given a mission
For such a time as this
Do I stand? Do I shout? Do I fall to my knees?
Should I change my perspective? Should I aim just to please?
On one side is the world, telling me ‘stay’
On the other, a new voice saying, ‘lead the way’
I am insignificant, a small part to play
Lost and confused, I shouldn’t be here today
I am but a child, straining, reaching for hope
How can I be expected to carry this load?
Maybe it’s time for a redefinition
Time for a difference, a change of position
I’ve been placed here, brought here, given a mission
For such a time as this
The cares of the world: hunger, war and injustice
Does it really matter what this one child says?
The children unborn are all counting on me
Amongst all these voices, with whom to agree?
The weight of a people, the burden of a friend
How can I hope to make a difference in the end?
Low expectations, low standards, a difficult climb
I can break the cycle, one prayer at a time
Maybe it’s time for a redefinition
Time for a difference, a change of position
I’ve been placed here, brought here, given a mission
For such a time as this
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Natania's Cookies
Baking cookies
On a hot and humid day.
The wind is blowing,
A storm is coming.
Standing over the mixing bowl.
Tiny hands reach up,
Are they ready yet?
Come help me make these cookies!
Baking cookies
On a hot and humid day.
The sky is darkening,
Doors are blowing.
Mixing chocolate chips in.
Tiny fingers
Wrap around the wooden spoon.
Baking cookies
On a hot and windy day.
In the distance
Thunder crashes.
Placing cookies on a tray.
Chocolate covered face
Licking the spoons.
Baking cookies
On a hot and rainy day.
The clouds break,
Rain pours down.
Watching at the oven door.
Eager eyes, eager tummy,
Waiting for a yummy snack.

Baking cookies
On a hot and humid day.
Rain pours,
Lightning flashes.
Placing cookies on the cooling racks.
Tiny feet jumping
Up and down,
Can I taste one?
Eating cookies
On a hot and humid day.
Watch the rain,
Watch the lightning!
On a hot and humid day.
The wind is blowing,
A storm is coming.
Standing over the mixing bowl.
Tiny hands reach up,
Are they ready yet?
Come help me make these cookies!
Baking cookies
On a hot and humid day.
The sky is darkening,
Doors are blowing.
Mixing chocolate chips in.
Tiny fingers
Wrap around the wooden spoon.
Baking cookies
On a hot and windy day.
In the distance
Thunder crashes.
Placing cookies on a tray.
Chocolate covered face
Licking the spoons.
Baking cookies
On a hot and rainy day.
The clouds break,
Rain pours down.
Watching at the oven door.
Eager eyes, eager tummy,
Waiting for a yummy snack.

Baking cookies
On a hot and humid day.
Rain pours,
Lightning flashes.
Placing cookies on the cooling racks.
Tiny feet jumping
Up and down,
Can I taste one?
Eating cookies
On a hot and humid day.
Watch the rain,
Watch the lightning!
Eating fresh baked cookies.
The Lord's Prayer
When I said “Your will be done”
I didn’t mean it
My mind asked for what was good
But my heart longed for what I don’t know
When I said “My daily bread”
I didn’t mean it
My mind asked for what was right
But my heart yearned for so much more
When I say “Take it all”
I mean it
Take my mind I can’t control
Take my heart that’s growing cold
Take my life that I can’t hold together
I didn’t mean it
My mind asked for what was good
But my heart longed for what I don’t know
When I said “My daily bread”
I didn’t mean it
My mind asked for what was right
But my heart yearned for so much more
When I say “Take it all”
I mean it
Take my mind I can’t control
Take my heart that’s growing cold
Take my life that I can’t hold together
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