His

That I should know forgiving grace,
Mercy given in judgement's place-

That I be treated as His child,
His gifts upon me freely piled-

That I be made more like His Son,
Changed to holy this sinful one-

That I should get to speak His name,
Be used on earth to spread His fame-

That I should die and see His face,
All makes me marvel at His grace!

Run To Him

The trials of this life make me long
To run to the One who is strong
His comfort and peace
Give me courage to cease
From singing this world's futile song

Unworthy Already

How funny that I shrink to come
To Him when I have sinned
As if my latest crime
Made me unworthy--
No, my self-righteousness
Held me there long before
My hidden sins
Worked their way
Into public view

humility

Whatever I am
He made me
Whatever I know
He taught me
Whatever I have
He gave me--

(putting down my pen
now to laugh at my
foolish pride)

Out of the Fog

Despair sneaks up
and throws its fog
around our hearts
till joy and hope
both disappear
from sight

But Christ in love
unknown to us
dispells the gloom
and shines again
Into our hearts
so bright

Flutter

Sit and savor the simple song
Of carefree creatures in chaotic throng
Their feathered fluid flight admire
Bedecked in brilliant bold attire

The Day Ahead

Christ on His throne

A new heart within me

His word ever guiding

Love's strong cord to bind us all together

A morning full of promise

Average

Though I long to be profound
My greatest efforts all are drowned
In abject normalcy

Fancy words I long to write
But here below, not on the heights,
I'm relegated still

Maybe I will get there yet
My common words be used to get
Your thoughts on the profound