If Only

If only I had known,

I would have clothed the homeless,

I would have given food, and drink.

I would have cared, O Lord!

If only I had known,

That it was You before me,

You, who stood so weak, so weary

I would have helped, O Lord!

If only I had known,

What You, O Lord, expected.

If only I had understood,

Then surely I’d obey!

But child, surely you knew,

For it’s written in My Word

That “When you help the least of these,

You’ve done it unto Me.”

Gift of Tears

Lord, I accept Your gift of tears,

For my heart is sorely troubled.

Now she is gone, and grief abounds.

You have told me just enough

That merely glimmers of Your light

Assure me of continued life

As it be lived, in Heaven.

Your gift of tears will wash away

The pain and agony of loss.

Feeling helpless, yet filled with hope,

The essence of my faith, Lord,

Is to recall You’re in control.

Assurance of continued love,

We’ll meet again in Heaven.

Go With Me

When I arise, and leave this space
Where we have been conversing, Lord,
May I not think it "duty done,"
And leave You here, but may I ask--
No, beg of You, to go with me
Through daily tasks 'till day is done.

As dark creeps in at end of day,
May darkness not sweep thoughts away
Of mercy, grace, and love for me.
You've kept me safe throughout the day;
Have proved Your power and Your might
Will now protect me through the night.

Keep Hope

Rays of hope to pierce the dark,
(The hatred of self, the pit of destruction,
The deepest depression we’re wallowing in).
I am with you there
In the darkest corner.

Look for Me .. Expect Me ..
I set My vision of Hope before you
To anchor your soul,
Keeping you sure, and steadfast
In the Hope that would not disappoint.

See My beam of Hope, and focus.
Rise out of despair, and reach.
Grasp My hand, I will pull you up…
Out, into the Light of My Day,
And I will walk with you.

A Baby’s Heart

Oh, to have a baby’s heart,
The trust of babies, knowing
Never despair,
Daddy is there,
And be secure in his arms.

Oh, to have a baby’s smile,
When he perceives his daddy.
When God Himself
Beckons us, “Come,”
Then, may He hear our giggles.

Oh, to know our Daddy’s voice
When He is speaking to us.
To feel, to know
The Father’s love;
To trust His love, forever!

It's Really True

Finally, Peter realized
It's really true,
The Lord sent His holy angel
To rescue him.
His chains released, he'd walked past guards
Out of the jail,
Into the streets. A dream no more,
'Twas truly real!

What did it take to realize
That God IS truth?
From prisons of my own design,
I've been released.
A dream no more, I'm free to love
This Lord, this Christ.
I'll live to serve, to love, to prove
That I am God's!

Count the Blessings

See His love through blessings
of shades and hues He’s painted
Of rosy cheeks, and sun-kissed hair,
The smiles of love, or tears of joy.
Just look, and count the blessings.

Smell the sweet aromas
Of blessings He has given;
The fresh-baked cookies, and the breads,
The smell of flowers in sun-drenched fields.
Just smell, and count the blessings.

Taste the sweet and spicy,
The tang that adds their flavor.
The strong, the mild, and in-between
Each adding zest to every life.
Just taste, and count the blessings.

Touch, and feel the blessings,
The arms of love that hold you,
The cold of winter’s snow and ice,
The warmth of sun, and summer’s breeze.
Just feel, and count the blessings.

Hear the sounds of blessings.
The orchestra that’s playing,
The leaves that flutter in the breeze,
The holy singing of the choir.
Just hear, and count the blessings.

These blessings of the Lord
Are given to each person.
Sometimes a circumstance removes
A sense, but others will remain,
So smile, and count your blessings!