Everyday sing what is in your heart.
Music, poetry and people are beautiful because of the various and unique movements characteriing them: the verses, stanzas and days of sorrow and joy, trial and celebration. This journey of life, especially as a Christian, is most beautiful when you experience the entire composition, the sadness and the joy, the highs and the lows. The beauty of it all is in seeing how it changes, how God takes you past teh sorrow, that day in your heart, and brings you to one of joy, peace and complete fulfillment. You don't discredit the dark movements or it takes away from the intensity of the transitions and of what is yet to come.
My prayer for you is that you never forget the sorrows of your childhood but as you walk further and further into the next movement: joy, peace, assurance an dlove will radiate through you. Let YOUR song be a composition of God's life-giving truth!
Today, celebrate how far God has brought you~ the changes and transitions He has already made. Look to the future with hope of the possible knowing that when His Masterpiece (yes a piece of the Master) is complete; the rose has bloomed, the butterfly has emerged!
Monday, April 30, 2007
Saturday, November 11, 2006
A Glimpse
In a heart so broken and filled with sorrow
Imagine what Mary thought;
As she knelt at the feet of the Master
And pained for the brother she had lost.
Just a glimpse of the hope that He offers
Just a touch of assurance from His hand…
It’s in the tears that slip from Jesus face
It’s in His love, arms opened to embrace
It’s in the truth that showers us with grace
He’s in this place.
He’s in this place.
On a blackened night the silence spoke
Of the Savior’s love from the cross;
As blood poured from the feet of the Master
Did they wonder at the heavy cost?
Just a glimpse of the hope that He offers
Just a touch of assurance from His hand…
It’s in the tears that slip from Jesus face
It’s in His love, arms opened to embrace
It’s in the truth that showers us with grace
He’s in this place.
He’s in this place.
Through this hurting world I will wait
I will seek the peace that He brought;
As I kneel at the feet of the Master
I will long for the truths that He taught.
Just a glimpse of the hope that He offers
Just a touch of assurance from His hand…
It’s in the tears that slip from Jesus face
It’s in His love, arms opened to embrace
It’s in the truth that showers us with grace
He’s in this place.
He’s in this place.
John 11, 19
~Heidi Carson
August 11, 2003
Imagine what Mary thought;
As she knelt at the feet of the Master
And pained for the brother she had lost.
Just a glimpse of the hope that He offers
Just a touch of assurance from His hand…
It’s in the tears that slip from Jesus face
It’s in His love, arms opened to embrace
It’s in the truth that showers us with grace
He’s in this place.
He’s in this place.
On a blackened night the silence spoke
Of the Savior’s love from the cross;
As blood poured from the feet of the Master
Did they wonder at the heavy cost?
Just a glimpse of the hope that He offers
Just a touch of assurance from His hand…
It’s in the tears that slip from Jesus face
It’s in His love, arms opened to embrace
It’s in the truth that showers us with grace
He’s in this place.
He’s in this place.
Through this hurting world I will wait
I will seek the peace that He brought;
As I kneel at the feet of the Master
I will long for the truths that He taught.
Just a glimpse of the hope that He offers
Just a touch of assurance from His hand…
It’s in the tears that slip from Jesus face
It’s in His love, arms opened to embrace
It’s in the truth that showers us with grace
He’s in this place.
He’s in this place.
John 11, 19
~Heidi Carson
August 11, 2003
Mama's Thread
A young Mama bows her head at night,
Into her children, she weaves her love.
The threads, they glisten with her tears,
Encircling and enfolding each one.
A daughter, broken, falls to her knees
And calls out to God for help;
Her wayward path has run its course,
She’s tired of relying on herself.
Her Mama’s tears rejoice,
As God’s faithfulness presents;
His goodness reaches far beyond,
His grace, He then extends.
Her golden threads, they swell with prayer,
For family, love and confidence;
Her children rise up and embrace the gift,
Of unconditional love and assurance.
Arms extended, years have passed,
In a chapel, quiet and darkened;
A grandchild reaches to God in worship,
Her praises glorious, but uncertain.
Mama’s tears rejoice,
As God’s faithfulness presents;
His goodness reaches far beyond,
His grace, He then extends.
Though the fragrance of her love may fade,
And the threads of her life may fray;
Her golden threads are woven tight,
Her gift of love remains.
Blessed is the Mama,
Whose tears and strength have bound;
Her cherished family to themselves,
May God’s grace and love, continue to be found.
Heidi Carson 09/03/02
Into her children, she weaves her love.
The threads, they glisten with her tears,
Encircling and enfolding each one.
A daughter, broken, falls to her knees
And calls out to God for help;
Her wayward path has run its course,
She’s tired of relying on herself.
Her Mama’s tears rejoice,
As God’s faithfulness presents;
His goodness reaches far beyond,
His grace, He then extends.
Her golden threads, they swell with prayer,
For family, love and confidence;
Her children rise up and embrace the gift,
Of unconditional love and assurance.
Arms extended, years have passed,
In a chapel, quiet and darkened;
A grandchild reaches to God in worship,
Her praises glorious, but uncertain.
Mama’s tears rejoice,
As God’s faithfulness presents;
His goodness reaches far beyond,
His grace, He then extends.
Though the fragrance of her love may fade,
And the threads of her life may fray;
Her golden threads are woven tight,
Her gift of love remains.
Blessed is the Mama,
Whose tears and strength have bound;
Her cherished family to themselves,
May God’s grace and love, continue to be found.
Heidi Carson 09/03/02
In the Palm of His Hands
O God!
My broken heart, it crys
Burning sin
Bring tears to my eyes.
Surely alone!
I suffocate in my despair
Lost, I wander
Longing for your tender care.
Left me!
On my knees, my hands how they reach
For forgiveness
My needs, even then, you meet.
Look up!
With tear stained and furrowed brow
Encircling about me
A host of loving smiles reach me now.
Your saints!
They hold me warm in your embrace
And it’s through their love
I pull the curtain from my face.
Gracious Jehovah!
Your saints touch my aching heart
Drawing me close to you
Where I’ve been, unaware from the start.
O God!
It is now that I see that I stay
In the palm of your hand
Today, tomorrow and allways.
My broken heart, it crys
Burning sin
Bring tears to my eyes.
Surely alone!
I suffocate in my despair
Lost, I wander
Longing for your tender care.
Left me!
On my knees, my hands how they reach
For forgiveness
My needs, even then, you meet.
Look up!
With tear stained and furrowed brow
Encircling about me
A host of loving smiles reach me now.
Your saints!
They hold me warm in your embrace
And it’s through their love
I pull the curtain from my face.
Gracious Jehovah!
Your saints touch my aching heart
Drawing me close to you
Where I’ve been, unaware from the start.
O God!
It is now that I see that I stay
In the palm of your hand
Today, tomorrow and allways.
His Garden
In God’s garden
In God’s garden there is a flower, intensely radient.
Her colours warm our heart.
Her stem is strong and vibrant pumping nourishment and new life.
Delicate upturned petals capture your attention with their unique definition. Surrounding blossoms are drawn to the Son in mutual admiration.
Her fragrance fills the air with enthusiasm for life and passion for the ultimate creator.
A portrait of God’s unconditional love.
10/23/02
In God’s garden there is a flower, intensely radient.
Her colours warm our heart.
Her stem is strong and vibrant pumping nourishment and new life.
Delicate upturned petals capture your attention with their unique definition. Surrounding blossoms are drawn to the Son in mutual admiration.
Her fragrance fills the air with enthusiasm for life and passion for the ultimate creator.
A portrait of God’s unconditional love.
10/23/02
As You Are
In YOUR presence God
My salty tears, they fall.
On my knees I’m reaching out
On YOUR name I call.
Chorus: Love me and fill me
Touch this sinful heart
Change me and make me
As YOU are.
It’s just me O God
My protective walls aside
I lift my open hands to YOU
Take control of my life.
Chorus
Teach me O God to love unceasingly
For joy to fill my soul.
Let patience, goodness and faithfullness
Guide my self-control
Chorus
O how YOU know me
And yet YOU still love me
Take my life and let it be
As YOU are, as YOU are, as YOU are.
Chorus
08/26/02
My salty tears, they fall.
On my knees I’m reaching out
On YOUR name I call.
Chorus: Love me and fill me
Touch this sinful heart
Change me and make me
As YOU are.
It’s just me O God
My protective walls aside
I lift my open hands to YOU
Take control of my life.
Chorus
Teach me O God to love unceasingly
For joy to fill my soul.
Let patience, goodness and faithfullness
Guide my self-control
Chorus
O how YOU know me
And yet YOU still love me
Take my life and let it be
As YOU are, as YOU are, as YOU are.
Chorus
08/26/02
A Withered Blossom
A withered blossom:
Societies delinquent reality
Transplanted in fruitful soil
Feed by the fountain of life
Is embraced in pure, unfettered light
And turns toward it;
Torn and chaffed petals.
A tender wind lifts its weary head
And its stem stretches strong
Toward the heavens.
Broken petals unfold
Yellow tips brighten
New life vibrates
The fragrance of restored hope
In the redemptive face of truth.
12/04/02
Societies delinquent reality
Transplanted in fruitful soil
Feed by the fountain of life
Is embraced in pure, unfettered light
And turns toward it;
Torn and chaffed petals.
A tender wind lifts its weary head
And its stem stretches strong
Toward the heavens.
Broken petals unfold
Yellow tips brighten
New life vibrates
The fragrance of restored hope
In the redemptive face of truth.
12/04/02
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