Big Enough

For the people of New York City; may God show His power and glory to each of you in a powerful way!


Just like the monoliths that tower above the city streets
Look so much bigger in person than what most generally meets
The eye when you look at pictures, that's what I'm like--enhanced,
So powerful and above all. You must do more than glance.
Refuse to rely on pictures that others give you of Me.
Draw near and take in My glory. Know firsthand My majesty.
I'm big enough to hold your hand in the crowded ways you face.
I'm big enough to meet your needs with My relentless grace.
I'm big enough to grant you strength to share My hope with them.
I'm big enough to pick you up when you fall and yield to sin.
I'm big enough to orchestrate all out for your best good.
I'm big enough to help you do things you never could.
I'm big enough to handle the moments when you cry.
I'm big enough to take it if you need to ask me why.
I'm big enough to sing with you when sun in your life shines.
I'm big enough on cloudy days to whisper "You are Mine."
I'm big enough to satisfy your hunger and your thirst.
I'm big enough to help you when your life yield you the worst.
I'm big enough to give you joy when the roadway seem too rough.
I promise you, my child. Be still. I am big enough.

Still More Chapters

The Son had come--
The Redeeming One--
To free the slaves,
To seek and save.
But He broke the bread
Said He'd soon be dead.
All felt the gloom
In the upper room.
But there's still more chapters...

The truth He'd spoke
As the bread He broke;
On the cross he'd cried
As He suffered and died.
Wasn't He the King
Who could do something?
But through the cross
Was all lost?
Wait! There's still more chapters...

The darkness quakes
As dawn breaks;
He is the King!
Death has no sting.
He rules and reigns;
Hell has no chains.
The empty grave
Proves He saves.
And there's still more chapters...

I feel the strain
Buckle under the pain
Where is His hand,
His providential plan?
I'm tempted to doubt
And control my route,
But I'll trust His care
Confident that there's
Still more chapters.

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)