Is there light to be found in a world gone so dark?
Is there hope that can lift our hearts higher?
Is there joy in the midst of the tears and the pain?
Do we dare look for what we desire?
Is there peace in the middle of chaos and strife?
Is there life that can overcome death?
Is there love yet to find in a world full of hate?
Is there anything good that is left? ...continue reading
Poetry
For Those Who Bleed
Is There Any Way?
The night is black, Father; the stars are blind;
And on the path I tread, the way is hard to find.
It’s hard to walk, Father; the wind is cold;
And it torments my heart that there is no hand to hold.
Is there any way that You could find me here?
Is there any way . . . ?
My hope is dead, Father; my faith is weak;
And as I stumble on, the pathway looks so bleak.
My feet, they bleed, Father; my tears, they fall,
And they tumble untouched with no relief at all.
Is there any way You could stop the flow?
Is there any way . . . ? ...continue reading
The Steps of Only One
I do not know the path I take;
I only know You’re here.
I do not see beyond this place;
I cannot hide my fear.
The doubts rise up inside my heart;
A coldness settles in.
And though I know that here You are,
I tremble deep within. ...continue reading
How Gentle God’s Commands
How gentle God's commands!
How kind His precepts are!
Come, cast your burdens on the Lord
And trust His constant care.
Beneath His watchful eye
His saints securely dwell;
That hand which bears all nature up
Shall guard His children well.
Why should this anxious load
Press down your weary mind?
Haste to your heavenly Father's throne
And sweet refreshment find. ...continue reading
O Love That Will Not Let Me Go
O love that will not let me go,
I rest my weary soul in Thee;
I give Thee back the life I owe,
That in Thine ocean depths its flow
May richer, fuller be.
O light that followest all my way,
I yield my flickering torch to Thee;
My heart restores its borrowed ray,
That in Thy sunshine's glow, its day
May brighter, fairer be.
O joy that seekest me through pain,
I cannot close my heart to Thee;
I trace the rainbow through the rain,
And feel the promise is not vain
That morn shall tearless be. ...continue reading
