A Lover, Lost

Last night, I dreamt it was your face
Only, we were in another place
And in your hands, held warmly there,
Was another's grasp; another's care.

You eyes pierced mine; I gazed at you
Confused, not knowing what to do
How did I meet you in my dreams
Only to find this bizzare scene?

Tearfully, we parted ways
There was nothing left to say
Your spirit spoke it loud and clear:
"Do not try to find me here."

Evening Rest

You labour long in the fields where you are needed
But do you hearken to My Voice when I call?
When the sun has set and a brilliant moonlight travels,
Do you cease from work?...Do you come home at all?

You toil all day, and when that day has settled,
Do you make peace with the night by being still?
Or do you insist on striving
To struggle hard, to work, to endlessly till?

My Love, the times and seasons do all matter
And when the night has come, I bid you-- take your rest.
I have seen your labor all this morning
And if tomorrow, you work again, do what is best:

Calm yourself now, and stay awhile
Beneath the shaded olive tree at My feet
I love the way you've pleased me with your service
But more, I need you just to be with Me.

The daylight is for reaping and for harvest
The evening is for simply being still
And by this, you will find strength for tomorrow
By doing this, you'll know what is My Will.

My Will is for you to bring to Me the burdens
Which you have gathered at the task I bid you to
And then, when your tired hands are empty,
My Child, then, just simply bring Me you.


(Inspired by "Foundations of Faith")

Worth to Me

What are You worth to me, Lord?
What will I pay for You?
What am I willing to exchange?
...What must I do?

I've looked at life
Everything in my world
I've weighed up the balances
Against Your word

And I've decided it is nothing
Compared to what You've given me
I could never repay You
Because I've never made a sacrifice for Thee.

But I'll give You what I have
And everything I own
I give my life back to You
It is Yours, and Yours alone.

What are You worth to me?
What will I pay for You?
It's a small price to say "everything"
And I know what I must do

I will let You have my heart
And not just part, but the whole
You are worth my very life
In exchange for Your Love, Lord, take my soul.

Your Beach

In quietness,
I walked your beach
In silence there,
I heard my name
As if you were whispering
the tune,
the song,
the low refrain.

In wondering where,
I sought for you
In wondering how
I traced your face
And when the waves reached up to kiss my feet,
I knew you in another place.

In The Shadows

I seek You in the shadows
For there, I recognize Your Light
Framed by all the Darkness
Illuminating the Night

I seek You in the stillness
In the lonely desert place
For there, I find Your oasis
And there, I know Your Face.

The Secret of Moses

With the setting of the mountain sun
As it dipped low in the sky,
With the stretching of the clouds that hung
O'er the peaks of Mt. Sinai,
I saw Jehovah in the mist
And then, He spoke His Word
"Be still and know that I am God,"
Was the whisper that I heard.

"Be silent now, and hear Me speak,"
He continued to compose
The notes that made a music piece
Turned the hues to shades of rose
"My desperate Children seek a sign,
freedom from Egypt land
So listen closely as I speak
Of what is in thine hand."

And as I lingered many nights
upon the mountain peak,
I loved to hear the still, small voice
whenever it would speak.
I uttered hardly a single word
I did not need to say
A single thing; a trifle thought
For He taught me how to pray.

--In silence, still, in quietness
in the beauty of the Lord...
There, I found my mountaintop
and He loved me with His Word.

"BUT OF YOUR LOVE"

I blinked back tears of sheer frustration
The same old story had been told
I'd given another chance to feeling
Wanting to come in from the cold

And when humanness had bade me close
Another chapter of the book,
It seemed the burden crushed down on me
This was a pain I'd overlooked.

Another chance for feeling, I'd dreaded,
I'd hoped my past would up and fly
But it was worse than I'd remembered aching,
And I struggled hard to say goodbye.

I prayed to Heaven, "Do not mock me,
For I have not Faith that You speak of."
"Tis but a test, my Child," said He,
"Not of your strength...but of your Love."

"Of true Love, that is based on giving,
Of true Love that trusts in Me
Of true Love that forgives men's trespasses
Of true Love, that will set you free."

Not of my strength, but of my Love...
Was any left this February day?
One verse lingered in my memory:
"The Lord giveth,
The Lord taketh away."

...And all He does in Love--this mystery--
Our human minds do not fathom still
Yet, I will trust His Grace; His Goodness
Through tear-stained eyes that seek His Will.

"Seek and you will find"...the promise
Of prayers answered from Realms above...

Lord, I have not the strength to journey
But by Your Grace alone, I have the Love.