Firm to the end, Our loving God promised, Caught at both ends, A goal I nearly missed. People, So hard to love, People, O must I love? A journey so extreme so vast In God, O I must trust. A year grounded in Romans I started, As time past, the old self departed To live…
Year: 2018
Yearnings of the Heart
There’s a yearning in my heart One that never seems to part A craving so deep One that’s not easily put to sleep O Lord will you clarify For the devil and world doth lie A void that only You should fill By grace through faith reveal
A Heart Shaped Void
Seeking worldly gratification No true satisfaction A heart shaped void My will devoid Seek first His kingdom An unworldly custom Guaranteeing perfect salvation My eternal ration
The Zealot’s New Heart
A heart filled with utmost zeal A zealous lot whom many can’t deal A desire for perfection A self claimed hero of condemnation In Christ alone My Cornerstone A new heart and a new spirit He promises through song and lyric Be still He says to my new heart For How Great Thou Art
Mine, and Thine
My sin Your anguish My weakness Your power My suffering Your glory My gifts Your purposes My doubts Your peace Your love and mercy My Salvation
Discipline, His Mercy
God’s discipline of me God’s mercy on me His pointed wrath My point of view Set in a mindset So thick, cannot shift Can only come through Suffering before breakthrough I’ve made it personal He’s made it personal God’s necessary discipline for me God’s great love for me
A New Heart
Tame the fiery tongue I must With humility, in Christ I trust My struggle with pride so strong Self preservation with justification so wrong A new heart of flesh promised A renewed spirit I must not resist Wrestling between my will and His way Seems to be the everyday Complete restoration in His good time…
The Potter’s Hand-formed Clay
A position of perfect peace This one beautiful promise Be still and know that He is God “Calm down” said the Lord What does the potter say About His hand-formed clay A gift I’ve been given Squander it not says one of His chosen Resist not His holy will For upon my life, He’s imprinted…
The Prodigal Return
Shaking on a turbulent plane; I remember You called my name. Jocelyn is the name I was given “Joce” said the voice I heard travelling par avion. Busy is an anxiety-wrecked mind. Filled with irrational thoughts louder than Thine. I pray Your voice I hear again, A breakthrough for the this heart’s refrain. I sense…
Fight The Good Fight
Every organisation is filled with people; A diatribe of personalities cripple. Filled with worldly folk; All carrying heavy yoke. How shall we then behave; For none is without worldly crave. To be His salt and light; To fight the good fight. All for One; Our one true call, His Will be done.