Prayer to the God of Providence...

O God, You are my God,
And I come to You seeking.
My thirsty soul is longing
And my parched lips are speaking.
There's chaos all around me
When I try to find my life.
As I seek wisdom from counselors,
I meet only with strife.
I want to see Your heart, Lord
And follow all You would!
I know the hand of Providence
Brings both calamity and good,
Because of this, I worship
And lift my hands in praise.
Blessed be Your name, O Lord!
No matter the questions raised
By my human heart. I can rest
In the work of Christ. I know
Grace grows best in winter,
But mercy will melt the snow.
If saints like David, Daniel,
Or Ruth could trust Your name
Without the revelation of
Hope when Jesus came,
Then how can I--saved by grace
Through faith--go down to defeat?
For my God, You're in control
And in You, I am complete.

I Want to Hear

The chaos in her eyes
Because of lies
Cries
For hope in her mess,
Nothing less.
Yes,
I hear my name;
I'm called to proclaim:
He came.
His word is true,
And He makes new.
Do
I stand still
To hear His will?
Fill
My heart with Yours;
Lord, open doors.
More
Of You, less of me.
Only You can set free.
My plea
Is to show her
That pain You cure.
Pure.
Lord, here I am;
I seek Your plan.
You can
Soften hearts
And give me a part.
Start
To work; they cry
In Satan's lies.
Why?
I incline my ear;
I want to hear.
Draw near!
All You say is true,
And things that praise You
I'll do.

My Goodness

Those around me who follow sin prosper.
Am I following You in vain?
What are You doing? What are You up to?
Can't You hear me speak Your name?
I can't tell Your people how I feel,
But I'm questioning. God, please hear my cry!
Everything is difficult; life is painful.
What is this old world coming to? My,
Goodness!

Lord, I come into Your presence,
Throw my thirsty soul to Your grace.
Suddenly, I see You, Your perspective.
I weep for joy; You show Your face!
I see the realities of their "prosperity,"
How their destruction lies nearby.
You hear my voice; You know my pain.
Why did I doubt You? My,
Goodness!

You hold my hand; I see it now.
You guide and counsel, never leave.
You're the One that I desire;
I run to You; You're All to me!
My flesh and my heart both fail,
But You're my Strength; Lord, You draw nigh
To me as I draw nigh to You.
No matter what I know You are my
Goodness.

"But as for me, my feet had almost stumbled, my steps had nearly slipped. For I was envious of the arrogant when I saw the prosperity of the wicked...All in vain have I kept my heart clean and washed my hands in innocence... But when I thought how to understand this,it seemed to me a wearisome task, until I went into the sanctuary of God; then I discerned their end... Nevertheless, I am continually with You; You hold my right hand. You guide me with Your counsel...there is nothing on earth that I desire besides You...My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the Strength of my heart and my Portion forever... it is good to be near God..." (Psalm 73: 2-3, 13, 16-17, 23-24, 26, 28)

Dropping Sticks of Prayer

Floating on the wings of the wind
Soaring higher to the peak
Of the mountain, looking for her friend,
Her heart to speak.
She finds him sitting high
Upon the tallest limb
Thinks longingly with a bird sigh,
"I'm in love with him."
She drops the stick she clutches,
Hoping that he will see.
The gesture his heart touches,
And he swoops down from his tree.
He grasps the stick she carried
And her heart goes pitter-pat.
They might be getting married!
And she tries again; with that
She shows him over again
How she feels and waits.
He catches the stick and then
Asks her on a date.
Together, up and up they fly
Until they go much higher
Than they will ever go in the future
Or ever have gone prior.
When they reach the summit the male
Eagle's talons with the female's lock;
They pull in their wings as wind assails
And drop through the air like a rock.
Their trust in each other placed,
They wait until the very end
To spread their wings and soar with grace
To be life-partner friends.

I drop sticks for you
From the mountain tops of prayer
Asking God to
Let you see me and care.
Longing for you to catch
My thoughts that I wish you
Could see as I watch
What you do,
But I know that I can't tell,
And it tears me apart.
I can't hint about my feelings;
I give God my heart.
I'm longing to make the upward assent
With you by my side,
To know you to a great extent
And in you confide.
But for now I wait
Simply dropping those sticks of prayer,
Seeking my emotions to abate,
My heart with God share.

For He has a plan.