I Cry For You

I cry for you
Because you cry
A misty tear
A wondering "Why?"

A soul so tossed
A wind so strong
I wish you'd come home
To where you belong

You stand over the chasm
Longing to fly
Wanting to let go
Aching to die.

I cry for you
Because you can't see
Yet I know you whipser,
"Be there for me."

I'm here, I'm waiting,
I'm crying, too
I wish you'd believe
That my tears are for you.

You are like intoxication
I suffer from withdrawals
I can go for years without you
Yet barely a second
After knowing you again.

In This

In this--my weakest moment,
In this--my hour of despair
In this--my last ounce of strength,
I search
...and find YOU there.

In this--my soulful trembling,
In this--my disarray,
In this--my human weakness,
I fall to my knees...
and pray.

In this--my moment of temptation,
In this--my final strand of hope,
In this--my desperation,
I find
...that somehow, I can cope.

In this power I cannot deny
In this strength I've come to know
I have found, it's in that final second
When I determine to NOT LET GO.

OF THIS--Your perfect Love for me,
OF THIS--the Promise that You gave
OF THIS--fulfillment of Your Word
And that
Is when you save.

Sufficient For Me

The tears cloud my vision; I cannot see
Your Grace is Sufficient for me.

The burdens break down and they shatter my spleen
Your Grace is sufficient for me.

Hailstorms rain down, flooding my soul in a sea
Your Grace is sufficient for me

My heart is torn, it's weak, it's aching
Your Grace is sufficient for me.

Your Grace is sufficient
When I can't even pray
Your Grace is sufficient
When I can't even say
The words, for my tongue has no strength to speak
But Your Grace is sufficient for me.

Why do You give me
Such undeserved Grace?
In the depths of unworthiness,
I hide my face
But You whisper to me,
"My Love, don't you see?
...My Grace is sufficient for thee.

"My Grace is sufficient
It will give you the strength
My Grace is sufficient
It will give your hopes length
Just trust me, My Child,
I promise, you'll see
That My Grace is sufficient for Thee."

Jesus, if I can just
Touch Your hem, I'll believe
That Your Grace is sufficent for me.

I saw the light defined in you
the shadows fading
the storm clouds replaced with the sun

I saw the unspoken happiness
a prayer linked the scattered pieces
and a new life was begun.

If I need to start all over again
To wash my face and wake up with the sun,
Then let me at least see it to completion
Let me at least finish what I've begun.

I know another dawn is breaking o'er me
But this night was so much longer than before
And its kept me in a kind of anticipation
And wondering if, after this, is there more?

If I need to start all over again
And take that deep breath I'm longing to,
Then let me at least exhale to find existence
And let me find my spirit's strength in You.

From the dust of the earth and the mire
From the wounds and the battles of war
Comes a song that is low and steady
One which has not been sung before.

From the pains of death and suffering
From the pangs of childbirth
Springs new life, clearly emerging
And a hope of greater worth.

The song that is sung is music
That one cannot ever know
Until it has been to the darkness
Until it has been down below.

And the life that is borne is sought after
Legends are told of its birth
Heroes are buried with honor
With redemption for Mother Earth.

An Ancient Story

The struggle up Mount Moriah

was cold; I drew my breath

The wind sang an aria

a solemn song of death.

Behind me walked my child

my only begotten son

The only boy I'd ever loved;

God had granted me only one.


And trudging still, my heart sank low

it seemed I could not even speak

The road that lay before me

made my once joyful spirit weak.

We prepared to make the sacrifice

I prepared to say goodbye

To the one thing in this world I treasured;

the apple of my eye.


My son! Mine only son!

Had not God given him to me?

For what? To take him back again?

My heart wept with misery.

And yet, I lay the stones

and set the wood to burn

And lay my hands upon the boy...


For my heart would never turn

Away from my God, Jehovah,

Who had blessed me with this child

And asked me to offer up Isaac

to go through with this trial.


I remember still the agony

that pierced my heart that day

When I prepared to kill my son;

my treasure give away.


And I remember too, the Hand

that grasped my own trembling one,

And spoke with a radiant Voice:

"Lay not thine hand upon thy son.

For I know now Whom you love

I know where your loyalties lie

You would choose me above all

even if Isaac had to die!"


And he bid me embrace my child,

and release him from the fire,

Then he provided the sacrifice

for my will was what He desired.


My Child, if He asks of you

more than you think you can bear,

Do not give Him just a percentage;

do not call His Love unfair.

For He has fashioned trials

and He will not take second place;

Our God is a jealous God

but He will give you grace

To sacrifice and to let go

what you've been tightly holding to

The very thing that binds your heart

may be what He requires of you.


Give Him your love, your all;

and let Him test your faith in the fire

After obedience come the blessing

and the whole of you is His desire.


You will not be found wanting

you will not be left alone

After you've been to your Moriah

you will come safely home.

The Promise

He never said it would be easy
He never said there’d be no pain
He never promised it would be perfect
He never said there’d be no rain

He never said the road was well-paved
He never said the skies were always blue
He never promised there’d be no suffering
He never said those things to you.

But what He did say was a promise
What He did say holds true today
The words He spoke before He rose above
And ascended to Heaven that day.

He said, “Lo, I am with you always.”
And that really says it all
Through any thing and any place and any where,
He’s promised no evil shall befall.

Yes, there will be hard times to test our courage
There will be stormy skies and flooding rain
There will be strong turmoil on all sides
But the sweet words of His promise remain.

He will be with us through always
Nothing will ever penetrate His Love
We will face the darkest night because He’s with us
And triumphantly, we too, shall RISE ABOVE!

Sometimes I can't live the way You want me
I can't walk on or I will fall
And so I stumble in the darkness
...Or I just don't walk on at all.

Do You hear my heart trembling?
Do You see me when I fall?
Do You know my spirit's bleeding?
...Why do You still call?

Do You trust me for the calling?
Do You trust me for the crown?
I falter at the thought
Of letting You down.

Let my heart beat for this moment
And hold me so I won't fall away
And if You need me, let me still follow
...Call me today.

In this place where I have come to be
Tormented, tried, and beaten down,
This place that seems a storm-tossed sea
Where waves are thrashing all around,
I find my courage failing...then
In conscience lost, I hear you say:
"Repeat the Words which I have spoken--
Jesus Christ, the same, TODAY."

In my darkened hour, my flood of tears
Seem encompassing, and demons try
To make me sink into their darkness
They tell me I am too weak to fly
And in that second, salvation sweet
Comes to me once more again,
I hear your words: "Repeat after Me--
With God, all things are possible to men."

In the midnight moments I have known
And just before the break of dawn,
In my deepest loneliness,
I feel that somehow, I can go on.
For I have heard you say before,
And I have repeated after you,
"I know Whom I have believed",
And Lord, You have known me, too.

You have known my frailty of heart
You have known the weakness of my flesh
You have known me in my coverings,
And even in my nakedness.
And when Your Word speaks to Me,
I know that through the worst despair,
I'll always have your Promise of
YOU there.

Can you trust Me through the trial of the deepest, darkest night?

Can you prevail though the shadows intensify and bid you flight?

Will you seal your Faith with Mine, challenging the demons all to fright?

Their “reality” becomes a myth when you stand up and fight.

Stand up and fight!

Now breaks daylight,

And the dawn you’ve long awaited

Is in your sight

With fear abated,

Soldier…

Stand up and fight!

Can you love Me though you feel Me not, for the wind is cold and grim?

Can you say to yourself, “My only hope is stayed the same on Him”?

If you can rise above the waves, you’ll walk where angels dare not go

And then…you’ll believe, you’ll understand, and finally, you’ll know.

Stand up and fight!

Around is night

But the darkest hour’s almost past

And Satan’s hordes

Are fleeing fast—

Soldier…

Stand up and fight!

Fly high, little one, above the stormy clouds

They threaten, they attempt to bring you down.

But I will not let the darkness enfold.

Here, you are safe, in this Haven where I hold

You up on the winds and close to Sun

Fly high, fly free, fly to Me, little one.

Dear God, I am not worthy
To be counted next to You
To be suffering persecution
Given this honor in Your view.

Dear God, I am no hero
Why do You lift me up in love?
Why do You bless me with affliction?
Do You think my heart's this tough?

I am weak, dear Lord...I have failed You
And my courage is fallen low
But if You must, then count me worthy
To go where You did go

To the cross of Calvary
To the mockery of thorns
To the hill where martyrs journey,
There, let me die, to be reborn.

It searches my soul
To the very depths
It finds no peace
No quiet, no rest
Encompassing all
Of my inner desire
Flickering, burning
Like a strange fire
By day, by night
Its hours are long
Its refrain is sad
An unfinished song.
Then, stabbing me back
With pain untold
It threatens to haunt me
Until I am old
What words may I use
To describe it best?
It has only one title—
One name: Loneliness.

Welcome to Volume Two of "The Sailor's Daughter".
I'll be reposting some of the older archives, for your easy reference. Enjoy the voyage!