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Praise You in this storm

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I was, I still

When I was young I saw You as my protector,

life went on and You became my enemy, betrayer.

I fell, You picked me up.

I hated You, You did nothing but love me back.

I was wrong about You, You were right about me, and You loved me still.

Then You made me love You, and I fell again.

You reached out and picked me up without faltering a step.

How far do I go before I get away, get away from You?

Where can I hide that You cant see, cant see me?

Were I to hide, You would find me.

If I ran, You would catch me.

And when I fall, You lift me.

How far do I go before I get away, get away from You?

I am still growing and I see You as my provider,

and as life goes on You become my friend, Savior.

I fall, You lift me up.

I despair, You do nothing but fill my cup, overflowing.

I am still wrong, You are still right, and You still love me.

You are still making me love You, and I still fall.

You reach out and pick me up without faltering at all.

How far do I go before I get away, get away from You?

Where can I hide that You cant see, cant see me?

Were I to hide, You would find me.

If I ran, You would catch me.

And when I fall, You lift me.

How far do I go before I get away, get away from You?

Now I am thankful You love me, though I once laughed at Your grace.

Now I am thankful You saved me, though I beat the ground into Your face.

Now I am thankful You are right, though I am wrong.

Now I am thankful You can lift me, because I am not that strong.

How far do I go before I get away, get away from You?

Where can I hide that You cant see, cant see me?

Were I to hide, You would find me.

If I ran, You would catch me.

And when I fall...

How far do I go before I get away, get away from You?

Ethne Davis © 2001

Somedays...

Here I am, smiling face hiding my guilt.

I am not perfect, never have been, and never claimed to be.

Christ stamped His blood on me, and I am grateful and pleased, indebted to Him.

But behind the mystery and joy in my deepened eyes there is a darkness that overwhelmed me.

With all my might I strain to change my future and leave my sordid past behind.

Yet everywhere I go my sinning hands only bring sorrow.

Grieving the heart of God seems to be my specialty.

No one would suspect me; no one thinks I am capable.

I stand and worship with the rest.

Raised hands denied my blood-stained soul.

Bowed head denied my blackened hearts.

Few believe when I speak, few accept my truth.

Some reject me for being human, for trying, for being honest.

Most just turn a blind eye to my misery, to my filth.

So I keep living, guilty with no chance of reprieve.

Hopeless life, burning soul, lost and incapable of saving myself.

Here I am, self condemned and God saved.

The smell of my sins make me wretch, and I cannot imagine why God would want my rubble.

Through storms and trials, God has proven more than faithful to me.

But I have proven an adulterer of His name; failing His grace every chance I get.

The part of my heart that still belongs to Him longs for change, for growth, for victory.

My flesh is weak, and I crave the days of old, before I knew Him, before He took over.

I am like caged bird who does not know the door is open, and cannot grasp that I am free to fly.

Here I am, uncertain and undeserving.

Ready to run the other way, ready to hang my head in shame.

At a moments notice I am ready to deface the cross.

Yet He is ready to give me another try, another chance at freedom.

Some days these chains, the ones I hold on my own, are so very heavy.

I cannot walk this path so weighed down.

Good quote

A friend of mine said this a few years ago, and frankly it has stuck....

“A movement never happens without some kind of resistance. The movement of God’s hand and work is no different, when God’s people move, the enemies of God notice. As God and His people move, the devil and his people move in resistance out of fear. Let us give “good ol’ Lu” something to fear! Press forward, take note of the resistance, and push with all the strength and might of the Almighty.”

- NP-

In the morning

In the morning, when the sun rises,

You will bring deliverance

For You do not delight in the suffering of Your people

Nor do You revel in the oppression of their spirits

Those who seek You will walk through troubled valley’s

Those who love You will not travel unprotected or alone

In the grayest of days, Your hand will guide them

For awhile they may feel deserted

You may seem far away

Your best for them may not come without tears

Yet

You are always there

You are always the same

You are always justice and grace

You are always mercy and love

You are always good

And in these truths I will rest