God Designs –

Who can paint the sky?
Who can chisel the stone?
Who can form the clouds?
Only you, God, you alone.

You design life abundant,
Animals, plants, and birds,
Creating a life and healing process,
Guiding me by your living Word.

Amazing colors, miraculous work
I rejoice and marvel looking about to see.
Your majestic work around me,
Serves as an ongoing testimony.

Then to think outside of this earth,
to the working universe beyond.
And even more, an everlasting life.
With Jesus’ blood creating our bond.

All by your design and power,
Almighty God, for the rest of my days,
I am grateful, thankful, forever yours
To serve, worship, and praise always.

 

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Roses From Jesus

In the big things,
I cry out loud.
In the big things,
Able to recognize your hand.

I witness your wondrous work,
Upon mountains sitting high.
At times I miss the pebbles in valleys,
Yet, your miracles in those also apply.

In the little things,
Your loving care does show.
In the little things,
From your creative heart, all things grow.

My heart is grateful for simple and small,
Things that can seem everyday mundane.
Then I remember how it is written,
You know my every hair and have recorded my name.

You direct my paths,
protect my day-to-day,
Watch me cross the street,
lead when to go, guide me when to stay.

I’m thankful for the little things,
Some may say these gifts each and all:
Roses From Jesus, trinket-sized gifts
From you are all big, even if they’re small.

 

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For a long time,
I wanted to be liked,
At times simply
Not to be unliked.

Which grew, after awhile,
To remain unhurt,
Emotionally,
And Physically.

Looking in wrong places,
Not in their faces
I should’ve been looking,
Only for your face, Lord.

Now, no longer lacking liking,
Nor wanting others to like me,
But for them to like you and see you, Jesus
And what you do through me.

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With folded hands, on bended knee,
I come to you with a thankful heart.
For saving me, for sustaining me,
For loving me when I foolishly depart.

I despise the times I’ve ignored your words,
And times I’ve used mine against thee.
I cast aside my prideful ways and return,
With folded hands, on bended knee.

My heart cries for things transpiring,
For people lost, and those refusing to see.
Your tender mercies, I receive,
With folded hands, on bended knee.

Protect me from such hatred, Lord,
Strengthen me for battles so I don’t flee.
Triumphant testimonies I declare,
With folded hands, on bended knee.

Victory, I shout and sing
With the promise of Jesus: eternity!
A gift not deserved, yet grace given,
With folded hands, on bended knee.

 

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