Tag: song

“Arise my soul”…words to ponder!

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Arise my soul, arise,
Shake off thy guilty fears;
The bleeding sacrifice
in my behalf appears;
Before the throne my surety stands,
my name is written on his hands.
(Charles Wesley)

I’ve been humming the tune to this hymn, yet the poetic words are running through my brain like a train that won’t stop churning and chugging along…I think I can, I think I can, I think I can…  Call it the obsessive mind running in a circular motion very much like a NASCAR track…but yet it’s something more…something deeper, more disturbing.

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The words have struck a chord in me.  Plucked the wrong string that kind of stings yet affirms to me that there is something more to give.  Something more to sacrifice.  Something more to surrender and kill that is of the old self still attempting to crawl off of the altar…stubborn as ever!  The words are visceral, bone on bone, marrow sucked out and pain depicted in His suffering.  Am I willing to allow Him in…like this?  Am I really ready to commit to a deeper, more personal relationship that throws open the curtains to my deepest, darkest sins and embarrassments.  As the curtains are pulled back and His light burns and shines upon me, revealing how dirty and filthy this place truly is…  Yet, If I were to reconsider this deeper calling, I will come to the obvious conclusion that I am already naked before the One who shed His blood for me.  That He already sees me for who I am, who I have been, and who I could be.  He already perceives and knows my guilt and shame.  Perhaps I am like the child who is covering his eyes and saying “you can’t see me”, when all along it has been me that hasn’t seen all along.

“Arise my soul, arise
Shake off thy guilty fears…”

What is it that I am afraid of?  That when He finally sees me, the real me, that I he will shake his head a walk away?  Or will he laugh? Am I afraid to let go?  To lose control?  Do I fear for my identity?  Why have I waited this long to get to this point when all along He has patiently waited for me?  These words aren’t so much about my Salvation as it is about my holiness, or lack there of.  Am I afraid to admit that I am a scared little child in the face of His holiness?  Perhaps.

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I am humming the tune…and letting these words slip in quietly and solemnly.  I am pondering His still small voice, and that of His eternal patience with me.  Savior, hold my hand and lead me.

 

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Whispers or the love song? (Poem)

There is a whisper 

breathless and full of repine 

counting down the ifs

the and couldas and the shouldas…

the well is full of these regrets

with night as black as coal 

and eyes that stare menacingly back

as if in reproach and in contrition. 

Were it so and the hands of time

were to cooperate 

the hands of man might undo

that which enslaves the mind, body and soul.

We are all slaves. 

Shackled, broken, held against our

will, our identities wiped away 

how wretched it must be

to remain if freedom loomed 

with open door and nail pierced hands.

Though the whispers may continue

we do not have to listen anymore.

For there is a far better song

a lyric sewn with love

webbed with compassion 

and grafted like our blood line

to our Father. 

Yes, the whispers might continue

but give ear to the song of love

for it beckons and grants a much kinder 

destination without chains or remorse. 

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Be Thou MY Vision – A Daily Prayer for you and for me!

There’s something about that Celtic sound…and when I hear this song it becomes a prayer in my heart.  May it be a prayer in your heart today.  This song has always blessed me in tough times as well as good times.  May it be so in your life today as well!

Be Thou My Vision Hymn

Be Thou my Vision, O Lord of my heart;
Naught be all else to me, save that Thou art
Thou my best Thought, by day or by night,
Waking or sleeping, Thy presence my light.

Be Thou my Wisdom, and Thou my true Word;
I ever with Thee and Thou with me, Lord;
Thou my great Father, I Thy true son;
Thou in me dwelling, and I with Thee one.

Be Thou my battle Shield, Sword for the fight;
Be Thou my Dignity, Thou my Delight;
Thou my soul’s Shelter, Thou my high Tower:
Raise Thou me heavenward, O Power of my power.

Riches I heed not, nor man’s empty praise,
Thou mine Inheritance, now and always:
Thou and Thou only, first in my heart,
High King of Heaven, my Treasure Thou art.

High King of Heaven, my victory won,
May I reach Heaven’s joys, O bright Heaven’s Sun!
Heart of my own heart, whatever befall,
Still be my Vision, O Ruler of all.

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A Prayer

when the clouds have rolled back

when the pain cascading over 

has receded passed our broken hearts

when the tides of confusion too 

have drifted, current strong back into the deep

there, my soul, we will be free.

When the strength of ebb and tide

flows through our veins

when worries no longer drive us insane 

and the peace of the Divine 

enters us once again

that is where I will want to remain.

Don’t capsize me dear Lord

I am weak and without sword

but You have never left my side

through pain and sorrows been my guide

Provide Your light 

return my sight

All to You I give, all for You

I will live.

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Sometimes (it all comes down)

Sometimes like an avalanche
Sometimes gentle like a
warm summer breeze
Sometimes heavy like
A mourning cry
It all comes down
Like pouring rain…
It all comes down again

Sometimes harder than
It should be
Sometimes easy as
Pie
I don’t know why
But lately I’ve been asking it
Lately I’ve been praying it
I’m not faking it
But it all comes down
Like pouring rain…
It all comes down again.

Sometimes hearts are heavy
Sometimes broken into pieces
Sometimes hearts are full of caring
Sometimes empty as a season
Of regret
I’ve been asking it
I’ve been praying it
I sure ain’t faking it
But it all comes down
It all comes down
Comes pouring down
Again.

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