Do you listen to the words,
Or just read them off the page?
Are they more than merely words
written in another age?
Do You Listen to His voice
When He says, "Come, Follow Me?"
Or do you make the choice
To ignore his gentle plea
Do you listen to the Holy Ghost
When he whispers to your hurt
Or don't you know what matters most
Is to have clean
hands and a pure heart?
Aug 31, 2001
I've planted some thought seeds, and this is what has grown. Come rest under a poetree, or take a leaf home to brighten up your room.
Showing posts with label pre-college. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pre-college. Show all posts
Monday, September 13, 2010
Look
When they tell the blind to look,
"See the mercies of the Lord,"
And they urge the deaf to listen,
"Come, hear the word of God,"
The eyes of my understanding
are opened; my ears are unstopped.
Then shouts my soul,
"Hosanna" to my King.
And, though my voice is dumb,
I know that he can hear
All the songs my spirit longs to sing.
Leaning for support
On the arm of the Lord,
I'll take a step
Through mists and through dark.
And clinging to the rod
I'll emerge into light.
I'll See and I'll Hear,
And Sing praises to my God.
"See the mercies of the Lord,"
And they urge the deaf to listen,
"Come, hear the word of God,"
The eyes of my understanding
are opened; my ears are unstopped.
Then shouts my soul,
"Hosanna" to my King.
And, though my voice is dumb,
I know that he can hear
All the songs my spirit longs to sing.
Leaning for support
On the arm of the Lord,
I'll take a step
Through mists and through dark.
And clinging to the rod
I'll emerge into light.
I'll See and I'll Hear,
And Sing praises to my God.
Aug 31, 2001
A Promise
Mine Elect Shall Mount Up With Wings As Eagles Do, Flying High.
Above The Cloudy Mists Of Darkness They Shall Soar, Flying Far.
Their Cry Shall Be A Call To Others, Urging Them To Fly, Flying Long.
From The Stone Of The High Mountains They'll Survey The Valley Floor, Flying On.
They Shall Course Among The Stars And None Shall Hold Them Down, Flying High.
My Footrest Shall Be Their Stepping Stone, My Word Their Climbing Path, Mounting Up, Soaring On.
Aug 31, 2001
Above The Cloudy Mists Of Darkness They Shall Soar, Flying Far.
Their Cry Shall Be A Call To Others, Urging Them To Fly, Flying Long.
From The Stone Of The High Mountains They'll Survey The Valley Floor, Flying On.
They Shall Course Among The Stars And None Shall Hold Them Down, Flying High.
My Footrest Shall Be Their Stepping Stone, My Word Their Climbing Path, Mounting Up, Soaring On.
Aug 31, 2001
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