Be my MatchmakerSometimes,I want to fall in love -but my feet are too steady,stay firm on solid ground.Sometimes,I think I am in love -until my eyes refocusonto just another frog.Sometimes,I may have been in love -or was it an illusion,something I wanted to see?Sometimes,I want to be in love -but fear the fall may scrape my knees,or muddy them.What if it is not meant to be?What if it is not good for me?What if it's always a mistake?Sometimes,I want to be in love -what should I do about it?What could have happened,if each impulse I responded to?Lord,you are the onewho holds the key to my heart.Give it away to whom pleases you -and were it no one.Be my matchmaker,for you know best.
Say NoHis words sound sweet,his touch makes you shiver,his kisses go deeperthan your skin.I see you want more,you're ready to give in -but girlplease tell him:no.Say no'cause you're worth more than that,more than a hasty night or two.You're more than your body -does he care for your soul?Please tell him:no.Say noand don't settle for less,less than true commitment and love.Your body is precious -but would he pay the price?Please tell him:no.Say noto the man to whomyou're just temporarythrow-away fun.Say noto the man whose lovelasts only a momentand all too soon is gone.Say noto the man who's not willingto pay the price you're worth,for you are worthhis life, his death,life imprisonment,love everlasting,faithfulness.His words may sound sweet,but he'll say them to another.His touch makes you shiver -tomorrow, someone else.His kisses go deepbut not deep enoughfor though you want morehow can you find satisfactionin temporary love,uncertainty?Please
Crippled Woman: Worth MuchWho looks twiceat a crippled woman,except to give her crooked looks,crooked like her crooked back?Crooked, not friendly -for I am not normal,I am a mistake,a burden, not a blessing,to all and to myself -not worth much.I am "just a woman".I am "that cripple".I am a failurein this world bent on success.Not worth much.But now I seeyour love, o Lord,which values even me -"Abraham's daughter"is what you call me -not an outcast anymore.You look at me so differently,you lift me up,you make me new.I don't need to be perfectto be perfect for you;you love mejust as I am,the one the world had thrown away.And now I know: to youI am worth much.
LoveIf I go to church every Sunday,pray the longestand worship loudestbut have not lovehow can it please God?If I spend my days serving,giving to the poor,and feeding orphansbut have not lovewhat do they get from it?If I preach the word of God,evangelise to strangersand teach the faithbut have not lovewhy should they believe?What is speaking in tonguesand walking through firesif in the endthey don't see Christ,if in the endthey see only rules,a cold institution,religion?Faith, it healed usHope, it bears usLove is the centrebut WHERE have we put it?
You Led me into the StormI trusted you.I followed you.Why have you led meinto this storm?My faith has becomea rocking boat;I feel abandonedin my despair.How can you sleep?Awake, o Lord!Why have you led meinto this storm?I followed youinto danger and fear -why have you brought me here?But you have powerover this storm,and you have a purposein leading me here.I said I would followwherever you go -so teach me to trust youeven in the storm,and help me rememberI am never alone.
Hannah: The Other WomanForgive these tears -I can't stop them anymore.My sadness is an oceanso deep I cannot eat,so deep I cannot sleep.Awake at night I hear themsometimes, in the room next door -him and her -the other woman.It had to be, he said.And I understand.But that doesn't help.You'll always be my first love, he says.And I believe him.But that doesn't help either.For my problem is not jealousy -my problem is me.Who is the other woman?She, or me?Who of us fulfills her purposeas woman and as wife?Who has done her duty -and who has had to be replaced?Are her tauntings true?Sometimes I think they areand I cry and I cryand I can't tell him whybecause he wouldn't understand.Am I not more than sons? he says.Of course he is -but that doesn't help.I love you even so, he says.I know -but that doesn't help either.For nothing can help me -nothingbut YOU.Lord, you are the islandin my stormy ocean,the rock I can hold on to,the only hope for me.You lift up the weak,yo
Precious PearlMany thingsare precious to me,treasures collectedover the years,fulfillment of wishes,my heart's desire -I love them,would not let them go.But you, o Lord,are so much more -I see it day by day:your love to meis worth so muchthat I could never pay.So what can I do?You've covered mewith blessings so abundantly,undeserved.The most precious pearl.So I let it goand give all upto have only youfor you are enough.I pour out on youall that I have,this precious oilmy sign of love.
Pour me outPour me out, o Lord.Spill out all evil still in me,and cleanse this vessel, Lord, for thee.Take selfishness, and sin, and pride,and make me pure and clean inside.Pour me out, o Lord.Pour me out, o Lord.Let from my lips thy worship flow,a song, that all the world might knowthat thou hast saved and ransomed meupon the cross of Calvary.Pour me out, o Lord.Pour me out, o Lord.Let streams of mercy flow from me,and all my life point men to thee.Give me humility and love,that I to all thy mercy prove.Pour me out, o Lord.Pour me out, o Lord,although it may mean pain for me.My life, my all, belongs to thee -so use me, Lord, to do thy will,and, e'en in suff'ring, joy instill.Pour me out, o Lord.
God's GraceGod hears allThe thoughts you want no one to hearThe nonsense prayers of a volleyball gameThe prayers of fearThe impossible prayersThe selfish prayersTo say you walk alone in this worldIs to let God's hand goAnd battle the challenges of the worldAs a personA grain of riceIn a heaping pileLife gets hardWe become hopelessFaithlessAnd helplessPeople judge us on our looksOur moneyOur statusThey fall under temptationsBut you have to stay strongWe must walk hand in hand with GodAdmitting failureAccepting loss that seems unfathomableInterlacing fingers with HimAnd walking into a war zoneKnowing the grace of God will save your soulEven if it doesn't save your bodyEveryone's a sinnerBut we are saved by JesusAnd the grace of God
Show MeShow me.I've heard the wordsso many times before -don't say them all again.They say that seeingis believing, sowhy don't youshow me?Not proof and archaeology,logic and theology,no science and no philosophy -show meliving testimony.Show mehow you do it day by day,how you read and how you pray,how your Jesus made you new,how his presence lives in you,how you handle daily tasks,how you do what your God asks,how he answers when you pray,and provides from day to day -Rather than telling mewhat to do,show mehow you do it.Rather than telling mewhat to believe,show mewhy I should.Give me an exampleand maybeI will follow.Example is better than precept.
WorshipIt's an act of love,and an act of war.It's about music and dancing,but it's also a lifestyle.It's diversity is unmatched by anything else,but it's unity is what makes it beautiful.It's opening your mouth and singing,and it's bowing down in surrender.It's our way to express our love to Godand it's another way for God to express his,and it's a way to crush the enemy's head with our feet.There's so many mysteries about God yet to be discovered,worship is one of the keys unlocking one of them.My worship and praise to God will never die...And I will always feind a new reason to worship each day...Nothing will ever stop me...Never...
Donating...I may be poor......but they got none..I have my family......but they're all alone..I have a house......they have a box..I've got clothes......they shiver in the cold..I've got dinner......they have empty cans..I can't stand to see a fellow human in need......of all the things I already have..That's why I donate you see......I have all I need..It's why I work at a homeless shelter...Give to the poor...Feed the hungry...House the homeless...Donate my clothes...Keep them company......why don't you?
You are Beautiful"Mirrors are fickle,a play of light and shadow.The only true mirror is within yourself.Clear your mind of doubt and prejudice,and you will see yourself asGod sees you - beautiful."
IntoleranceThe world claims we are intolerant.That we are weak fools.Claiming our beliefs are liesWhile they worship false knowledge and sparsely dressed idols.They persecute us and slander our namesWhile they roll in their adulteries and drink the blood of the saints.They feed off lies and hide in the shadows,Persecuting us for following the light.We put up our crosses and hang our signsWhile they scream at us to take it down,Claiming it is offensive.But when they hang up images of naked idols and scream profanities and practice their dark arts,And we ask them to take it down, saying it is offensive,They merely laughAnd wave us away.They allow the practice of witchcraftThe screaming of profanitiesEncourage evil deedsLust for blood spillSpread deception and harmful rumorsAnd promote acts of impurity.Yet they refuse to allow Scripture and the church.They make it illegal to teach the Word to those who need it mostAnd punish those who try or even mention its name,Screaming it
RealizationYou're here.A flood of heat entering my being,like a cleansing flame devouringdarkness, fleeing awaylike dead leaves on an autumn day.SuddenlyA peace like no other,brings a flood of understandingflows through every part of metill my heart is still.Questioning,How did I avoid You for so long?Wrapped up in Your Wordbut with ears shut to Your Spirit"Listen" You said in my dreamsbut when Your people spoke,I quickly forgot.It all came down to that one thing:Commitment.such a difficult concept,but such a simple process.So simple that it eluded me.But it is just this:My life, is Yours.All of it.Not just an hour of my day,when I read Your word.Not just a moment of my time,when I ask You to help me.Praising not only in those situationswhen I am happy.Every single cell of my body,You created.Every single breath I take in,You gave me.And I want to use this life,that You granted me,to glorify You.So rid me of these
I am thankfulI am thankful for every breath He gives me,to fill every day with His praise and worship.I am thankful for the wonderful life He gives me,for every friend I have and the wonderful people I meet.I am thankful for the blessings He gives me,for caring wonderful parents and loving family.I am thankful for the talents He gives me,that let me do the things I love the most.I am thankful for everything He ever gave me,I could not have wished for anything more.
In the WorldNot of the worldbut in the worldnot an islandhard to reachnot a mountaingazing downnot dividedby barbed wire.In the worldeating with sinnerstalking with sinnersloving sinners.Isn't that what He would do?