Grace

At each and every turn

of this race,
Grace fills my days.

Complete and utter amazement
of His ways.

Joy lifted high,
the lower my pride.

Peace so real,
It's something I feel.

Even when trials thread their way,
Into my day.

They only lead me back to Grace,
It's so sufficient.

I am so amazed.

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Crimson Red for Me Shed

Crimson red,
for me was shed.

Alone to atone, for sin bred,
In all men born.
Though my sins be as scarlet
they will be white as snow*1

Said He,
through eternity,
for all along, His plan.

At that moment,
the curtain torn,
between God and man.To give access to
The Throne room
so grand.

To allow mercy
to help find
grace in time of need.*2

From Abba, Father,
who alone,
can take the lead;

In lives torn and shaken,
Hearts broken and tired,

To reborn the person, or
Restore him anew.

It is all by the crimson red,
shed for me and you.


*1 Isaiah 1:18
Also http://www.cyberhymnal.org/htm/t/h/thoyours.htm (words to song written by Fanny Crosby in 1817)
*2 Hebrews 4:16
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"Crimson Red for me Shed"   dss - 2008

Your Spirit Who Gives Life

Your Spirit Who Gives Life
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O' Lord it is Your Spirit Who gives life,
Not human words so passionately expressed during strife.

Thank you for Your calming array,
Which clothes me completely today.

I could feel Strife trying to rise from within my being,

"Stand up for yourself, you're so in this alone,
"You know you are the only one who does anything worthwhile in this home.

"Come on, let it be known, say it out loud,
"Otherwise you'll be conceived as a clown."


Nudging, prodding "are you going to stand for such taunting?"


"Say something back, say it now,
"Else you will be considered a coward,


I closed the door to the room I call 'safe,'
catching a quick reflection of my face.

In the quiet I bowed my head for a moment,
My thoughts immediately turned to calm from torment.

It was in that quiet place I could hear,"O' Lord, You are my righteousness," it rose slightly from within,"I am your worshipper," the Voice ever so thin.

Closer I became unified with that Voice,
The Strife which had risen earlier, had to back away, no choice.

The song of praise rose higher inside,
I then thought of my Lord, my Jesus who died.
Died did He, but then rose again,
To give me freedom from previous, current, and future sin.

Sin of contention, which Strife wanted so much,
To stir into action so it could disrupt,
The peace and joy that are promised to me,
From God, my Father, Lord of Eternity.
A Voice larger than life arose deep from within,
"It is the Lord who is the deliverer from all sin.
"Human words of defense have no power to fend,
"The Lord is your helper, let Him defend."
Ah, alone I am not, what Strife said is a lie.

You Lord are here; and I remain under your watchful eye,

It is You alone Who saves and keeps.

Thank You so much for chasing Strife way,
By Your holy presence, that grim fearful day.
O' Lord, it is Your Spirit Who gives me life.
Not human words so passionately expressed during strife.