Sunday, September 19, 2010

The Beauty of a Woman

For Lindsey Glasier, as she turns 21...

The beauty of a woman
Is not in the way she combs her hair
But in the gentle care she gives to a friend
When life is too much to bear

The beauty of a woman
Is not in the clothing that she adorns
But in a humble heart of compassion
That mourns with those who mourn

The beauty of a woman
Is not in the color of her eyes
But in the worship that she expresses
To the Lord who holds her life

The beauty of a woman
Is not in the shape of her physique
But in the way she loves her neighbors
The poor, the needy, the weak

The beauty of a woman
Comes out of her heart for the Lord
When His light shines in her life
And in heaven her treasure is stored

Friday, September 17, 2010

A Broken Heart

Do I really want to ask Him
To break my heart for what breaks His
Would my world ever be the same again
Would I ever see through my tears

He weeps over our sin
And our sin is everywhere
He hurts when we hurt
It would be more than I could bear

Would I ever pass by a neighbor
Without asking about his day
Without caring about her heart
Instead of hurrying on my way

Would I ever pass the homeless man
Begging on the street
Without looking him straight in the eyes
And allowing our souls to meet

Would I ever allow an orphaned child
To go hungry or without a home
Without doing everything I could possibly do
To let him know he is not alone

Would I ever again look into my own heart
Without feeling the weight of my sin
Without recognizing the sacrifice He made
And that He would do it all over again

Lord, I want to pray for you to break my heart
Over the same things that break yours
But teach me how to be strong, oh God
When You give me your eyes for the poor          

And when you show me the truth of a person’s life
And it breaks my heart more than I can bear
Let me love them in the same way you would do
Show them You in the way that I care

So, yes God, I DO pray
Break my heart for what breaks Yours
And let my brokenness bring glory to You
My healer, my protector, my Lord

Sunday, September 12, 2010

We battle not against flesh and blood...

Like a gentle breeze it swirls around me
This breath from another realm
It moves through me and suddenly I sense it
It's the lie that overwhelms

It tells me I'm not good enough
It tells me they don't care
These people that surround me
Would be fine if I weren't here

The Truth tries to find its way in
It battles for first place
But I give in to the lie that I believe to be truth
And let my mind accept its embrace

I listen to it as it whispers
What good are you to them?
They don't need you; they don't want you.
And the heaviness sets in

But then...

NO, I say, Evil One back away!
You are not welcome here.
My mind does not belong to you
I will fight you without fear

I am loved beyond all measure
Thoughts of me bring joy to His face
You will not convince me otherwise
You are a liar, a deceiver, a disgrace.

You had your chance to be loved by Him
You gave it all away
Your pride and arrogance was your downfall
Your need to be in first place

But God holds me in His mighty, gentle hands
He gives me a purpose and a hope
His glory and strength will reign in me
His peace in my spirit overflow

He has placed in my path people of faith
Who love me for exactly who I am
You will not take them away from me
With your lies and your evil plans

So praise God from whom all blessings flow
For His Spirit, His Peace, His Truth
That the father of lies has no power here
In the heart of one saved by You