My Faithful Friend

Part I
Thank you Dear Lord

For your faithfulness to me

Every day I realize how broken I am

You tug at my heart and ask me to change

Oh how unbearable it seems at times

Yet when I submit to this change

I feel warm, I feel right

I feel one with you

And there is nothing better in the entire world then

To feel close to my Maker, my Greatest Friend

You know me better than I know myself

You love me more deeply than I could ever love me

You expect the best of me, for me

Why do I hide sometimes?

I have a stubborn heart

Oh God

And you know it better than anyone!

No matter how painful it seems

I will try to be grateful when you tug

Because I like to feel warm and right

I like it when your arms hold me tight

Part II

Oh, Lord, my greatest friend

You, my Lord, I Love

There is no other who loves

Me the way you do

No other whose faithfulness is true

For you, my Lord, sustain me

There is no other above your throne

And no other who would dwell within

This empty vessel

Your beauty invades my comfort

And I cannot turn my eye from thee

For I would be an utter fool

To not except the wonders you have shown me

I would be a fool to waste away

Without the full assurance

That your pleasures lie within me

For your beauty, Oh Lord, is the

Reason I pull the blankets down

And arise to meet the day

Your beauty, Oh Lord, is why

I cry out to you

Lord, I thank you for your

Invasions for they pull me away from

Sorrow and death

And return to me my home

Off In A Desert

Oh Lord,
You have done for me
What I could have never done myself
Leaving your sovereignty more evident than before
My heart mourns for my lack of faith
Here I’ve remained in desolate thoughts and all the while…


Could the sand upon my feet be any more obvious?


I feel as if you’ve been sneaking behind my back
While I’ve been off in a desert
And it is your spirit that reminds me
You move ahead, not behind
You smooth out rocky paths
And make each day bearable
Could I be any more blessed to call you my Father?
Give me a heart of worship, Oh Lord,
That I may praise your Holy Name

I wrote this prayer shortly after my older brother turned to the Lord and it was totally unexpected, I guess I assumed God had to consult me whenever he was going to save someone I loved...lol.

Blue

Blue skies bring blue days
and hope is left behind,

the clouds who hide he

is only a state of mind

For if when blue skies

come and life brings us

the sun we have chosen

to see and to see is to

know life and to know

life is to know He

By The Riverside

By the Riverside
He exalts my soul
His spirit runs
Through me as fast
As this river flows
Brown grass turns green
My eyes now open, I can see!
What I thought was dead and buried,
Now alive in my conscience!
This feeling of bliss surrounds me,
And nothing can hurt me!
And like the river he guides me
Through scattered rocks
And thoughtless waste
And through the river
I feel the Son
and my heart becomes pure
Like this water in my soul
And with his spirit,
I know... Life
And all that is right

I wrote this shortly after I felt the Lord's presence

for the first time nearly 10 years ago.

Stilled

There is a dead cry

In my soul,

A holding back of baggage
Although I can’t quite
Put my finger on it,
It is there, lingering
In my hardened heart
I no longer feel justified
To continue the
Tantrum this little girl
Has left behind
Pink horizons take me
To a better place
Leaving my soul with
Serene thoughts
I celebrate a tinge
Of what’s to come,
Keeps me moving
To another day
As warm tears cover me
I feel His soft hands form me
And I am left
Stilled


This is the word that came to Jeremiah from the LORD; “go down to the potter’s house, and there. I will give you my message.” So I went down to the potter’s house, and I saw him working at the wheel. But the pot he was shaping from the clay was marred in his hands; so the potter formed it into another pot, shaping it as seemed best to him. Then the word of the LORD came to me: “O house of Israel , can I not do with you as this potter does:” declares the LORD. “Like clay in the hand of the potter, so are you in my hand, O house of Israel .” Jeremiah 18:1-6

Hold On

It’s as if I’m

Holding on

To a rope

This rope, being

My only hope
The grip on

The other end

Is strong, steady,

Solid;

Pulls me in

I know I have

Nothing to fear;

So long as I hold on

“Remain in me and I will remain in you.” John 15:4

The Deep

Memories leak into yesterday
As I sit before a new lake of new day
I feel the same wind that blew
throughout and within
I feel sadness in my soul
Life must go on, I know
Yet this deep won’t let me free
and this existence I know
can never be
And as I move on to another time,
Maybe then,
I may finally shine


This is a picture of Wamplers Lake, in the place where my
brothers, cousins and friends swam when I was a child. I
spent many nights looking out over this lake as my mind
filled with many thoughts. I took this picture before I
moved away from my neigborhood. This poem was wrote
five years after I moved as I struggled to let go of my
childhood and grow into a woman and a mother.