You start out on a journey
Not knowing where it goes
You hope that it will turn out well
Whatever life will throw
But still your walk is empty
No matter what you gain
An aching hole is in your heart
A constant nagging pain.
The world is not the answer
It's riddled with disease
And we are part of Adams fall
A master hard to please
The only way is Jesus
He is the missing part
Ask Him now to come on in
To be your beating heart.
Hello Lord, I've come to chat
About the coming day
Knowing You have plans for me
Means You must have Your way
So I offer up myself
My thoughts, my words, my deeds
Everything I give to You
The blossoms and the weeds.
I'm a long way from the line
And as I run the race
I realise that I'm not good
At seeking out Your face
Other things get in the way
Obliterate my view
I am missing oh so much
In fact I'm missing You.
What is all spiky
With shuffling feet
Wanders your garden
For something to eat
Comes out at night
With their needs to complete
What can it possibly be.
A hedgehog is okay
Till it gets a fright
Curls in a ball
To protect it's new plight
A kind of a mask
That it wears out of fear
Rather like you and me.
We get all spiky
When people get close
Preferring an alias
To keep on our toes
Lets hope The Spirit
Will help us be real
Facing the world as we are.
He didn't say the rich would get
The first place in the queue
He didn't say your entry fee
Was based on what you do
It's better to be who you are
And come just as yourself
So cease from piling all your works
Upon your sagging shelf.
The poor, bereaved and meek of heart
Will be His chosen ones
For they have loved Him for Himself
He's proud to call them sons
Remember, it's not what you do
But what The Lord has done
That is the key to everything
Your freedom has been won.
He didn't die
So we would be content to be in chains
He didn't die
So we would be content to be in pain
His death was meant to signify
The start of something new
A chance to turn and face the world
And change our point of view.
Be assured that everything
He did, was not a waste
And all that we experience
Will only be a taste
The treasures that He has for us
The blessings and the like
Are ready for collection
On the never ending hike.
Imagine yourself as a hard drive
No longer unfettered and pure
Despite our security package
We're riddled with malware for sure
By surfing the sites that are dodgy
We've picked up a cookie or two
That orchestrates fear and confusion
And keeps us averted from You.
We obviously need to reformat
To get a new system in place
The latest edition of Windows
That's full of His unending grace
His firewall will keep out invaders
All viruses, spyware and spam
Keep your eyes fully on Jesus
Be safe as you surf with I AM.
You have a pain that's deep within
It's crippling you inside
You will not hand it up to Me
From Me you're trying to hide
I am the great physician
I have the means to heal
But only if you hand it up
To change the way you feel.
The devil has his finger poised
He wants to hold you back
From all the gifts I have for you
He wants you deep in lack
I'll remove that festering sore
I'll sort your problem out
But only if you come to Me
There is no room for doubt.
He sits in the hallway, a vigil to keep
Waits for a call, but there's never a peep
Nothing is moving, not even a mouse
Why was He invited, into this house
Windows dirty, doors tight shut
Decaying air a knife could cut
When is their journey going to begin
Or is the devil going to win.
Only they can choose to fight
Defeating darkness by the light
Open the doors and let Him in
Allow His victory over sin
Holy Spirit, strong and mild
Fill with light Your awkward child
Permission granted, there's no fuss
Come and have Your way with us.
When things are cloudy, grey and grim
The sunlight gone away
And everything is just hard work
You do not want to play
Remember that you're not alone
He went there once, you know
He understands each painful step
And through it all, we grow.
For when we're happy, so is He
Who rides our every state
And though we wander off the path
It never is too late
To realise that all our needs
Are found in our dear Lord
Who gave His life to set us free
To live life's rich reward.
I used to worship money
An idol built of greed
My life revolved around the lump
Amassed, just for my need
I used to guard it carefully
And watch it ebb and flow
Was overjoyed to see it come
But sad to see it go.
Charity began at home
My needs were paramount
The poor and needy had to wait
Their poverty didn't count
But then I had a change of life
And I asked Jesus in
But kept my wallet firmly closed
My wealth was not a sin.
Bit by bit, my hardened heart
Was softened by His love
And off my greedy, grasping hand
He took the chain mailed glove
Now I tithe and sow my seed
Into the kingdom field
A cheerful giver, I've become
And heaven is my yield.
Why should someone take such care
In changing sad old me
You'd think He had enough on His plate
Without the strain I be
For it has not been easy
His work has been cut out
It's been a lot like roping a steer
Who loves to scream and shout
But maybe He is winning
I'm coming round, at last
By heeding things He tells me
My stubbornness outclassed
You have to reach a plateau
From which you can't escape
Before you finally give in
My vine has grown a grape.
You can do no more or less
Striving brings you no success
Best to leave it, I confess
Grace is all you need.
You can give it all your best
Pray like mad, become a pest
You will always fail the test
Grace is all you need.
God just loves us, there's no doubt
That's what He is all about
Sent His Son to help us out
Grace is all you need.
Give yourself unto The Lord
That's the least you can afford
Join together, one accord
Grace is all you need.
Got is the attitude of haste
A sure foundation of needless waste
I've got to have it yesterday
It's something new, I'll gladly pay
Whether I have the cash or not
My plastic card will stem the rot
And I'll be in a heavenly mood
Because, to me, it's just like food
That feeds the boredom in my soul
And fills my hungry God shaped hole
But only lasts a little time
Before that mountain I must climb
If only I would ask The One
Who satisfies through His dear Son
Then I would surely lose the taste
For all my piles of needless waste.
