Victory Follows

Where the Lord leads, victory follows;
His name cannot be brought down.
Where He calls cannot be blocked off;
His desires will not be dissatisfied.
Great are His plans–He creates beautiful art.
He takes what is useless, broken, and scarred,
And puts together a masterpiece.

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Our House

You, oh Lord, are our Shield and Protector;
When the enemy comes You bring us to a safe place.
Evil comes from behind where we cannot see,
But You look upon us and guide us away from its reach.
Where the wicked ensnare and bring death to the innocent,
You lead us on to a prosperous land.
On Your foundation our house will always stand;
Built on Your cornerstone it cannot be brought down.

One God Alone

May all who are hungry bless the Lord and His name!
Honor His Word in all you do so you will not be put to shame.
The proud will crumble, the stubborn brought to their knees,
There is no place at the King’s table for men such as these.
Make known to all people the goodness of our Lord:
Darkness cannot overcome the blood that He has poured.
His love is greater than all hatred on this earth.
He offers us new bodies—a chance of a new birth.
This life He gives cannot be taken;
His Kingdom above cannot be shaken.
Rejoice in the Lord, may your faith be made strong.
May we live in one accord,
As He comes before too long.
Even the wicked will bow at His throne;
All will see one God alone.

My Voice Is Heard

I cry out to my God and He hears me;
I call upon His name and my voice is heard.
I look upon His face and He sees me;
I run towards Him and He reaches for my hand.
I open my heart before Him and any darkness is taken out.
All fear and doubt slips away;
All sin and evil has been overcome.
No hate or anger is greater than His love;
No shadows can cover His light.

His Mysterious Works

My God brings rest to my soul;
He calms my spirit within me.
By His hand I am lifted;
I am carried away from every darkness.
All shadows are behind me;
I stand before His glorious light.
The Lord of love fills my heart to overflowing,
There is no place left unfilled.
He brings peace to my mind and relief to my bones;
His strength brings life to my body–He keeps me upright.
His feet are firm upon the ground;
No man can make them move.
His strength cannot be measured,
Nor can we understand it.
Great and mighty are His ways,
Mysterious are the works of my Father.

Yet To Be Discovered

Your joy and peace extend beyond the world;
Your love heals every broken heart.
The seen and the unseen reveal Your majesty,
The known and the unknown surround every living thing.
So much of Your work is yet to be discovered;
So little of Your creation is yet to be understood.
Not one can grasp the mind of God;
No man can comprehend it.

I Find Hope And Peace

Your face is beautiful, oh Lord;
Your hands gentle but strong.
You look upon me with eyes of love and kindness.
You wipe away my every tear and bring healing to my soul.
You bring me out of every darkness and free me from the chains of the enemy.
You make my brokenness into something beautiful;
My weakness You make into something strong.
You have taken me into Your arms as Your child,
Nothing can pull me away.
You surround me with Your presence,
By Your Spirit I find hope and peace.

A Lasting Strength

Through the crashing waves our Lord speaks;
By the rolling thunder His voice is known.
He calls us out to step in faith,
to follow where He leads.
He reaches down and guides us on to where we’re meant to be.
His Spirit in our hearts is placed;
He makes His presence known.
His love for us can’t be erased;
His magnificence is shown.
Everywhere is seen His mighty hand and a quite intricate art;
A lasting strength that doesn’t fade–it can’t be torn apart.

The Walk–And The Story Behind It

1498185379975So, something I never really shared from about 6 years ago:
While spending some time with God–nothing fancy, just stretched out on my bed staring at the ceiling–I pictured a beautiful girl on a beach in a simple white dress, walking and talking with God, carefully listening to every word He said and speaking with a special kind of joy and laughter. After awhile she began to collect seashells contentedly in a basket, later tossing them back onto the shore again. Next, the sky grew dark and a storm came over causing strong winds and harsh waves. She was on her knees through the storm, hurting and in tears before God. After a time of weeping, while still in pain she began to worship; the sky grew clear and the beach calm again. She stood up, leaving what had burdened her on the ground and raised her hands before Him, the tears of sadness changing to tears of joy. She then began to dance and sing in praise to God.

After awhile of thinking about this, I remembered hearing of a verse about “a time to dance”. I had no clue where it was, so I had to look it up. I found it and thought it went well with what I had seen:
“To everything there is a season, A time for every purpose under heaven: A time to be born, And a time to die; A time to plant, And a time to pluck what is planted; A time to kill, And a time to heal; A time to break down, And a time to build up; A time to weep, And a time to laugh; A time to mourn, And a time to dance; A time to cast away stones, And a time to gather stones; A time to embrace, And a time to refrain from embracing; A time to gain, And a time to lose; A time to keep, And a time to throw away; A time to tear, And a time to sew; A time to keep silence, And a time to speak; A time to love, And a time to hate; A time of war, And a time of peace.”
‭‭Ecclesiastes‬ ‭3:1-8‬ ‭

I later wrote a poem (which I have shared on my blog years ago):

The waves reach out, and they slowly pull back,
As she walks on the shore in delight.

She follows the steps, she knows the right track,
Footprints she sees ahead in the light.

Often storms of great force arise, and waves crash with violence and strength.

With clouds so dark, she could not see the skies,
She struggled often for times of length.

On her knees the tears quickly came down,
She lifted her hands in praise.

She was lost, but now she has been found,
On the ground her burden lays.

She lifted her head in awe to the God who can save,
On her feet she stood with confidence in the True One.

She humbly gives thanks to Christ for the gift that He gave.
Across the sea she watches the rising of the sun.

In the Light she dances,
Her heart overwhelmed with love.
She’s been given so many chances,
By her Father above.

In gentleness and peace she now follows,
Through laughter, through pain, and through sorrows.

He has taken her hand,
She walks closely by His side.
Taking steps in the sand,
She goes by her Shepherd’s guide.