Hiding in Thee

(Painting - The Psalmist- Gwen Meharg)

O safe to the Rock that is higher than I,
My soul in its conflicts and sorrows would fly;
So sinful, so weary, Thine, Thine, would I be;
Blessed be the Rock of Ages, I’m hiding in Thee.

Hiding in Thee, hiding in Thee,Thou blest Rock of Ages,I’m hiding in Thee.

In the calm of the noontide, in sorrow’s lone hour,
In times when temptation casts o’er me its power;
In the tempests of life, on its wide, heaving sea,
Blessed be Rock of Ages, I’m hiding in Thee.

Hiding in Thee, hiding in Thee,Thou blest Rock of Ages, I’m hiding in Thee.

How oft in the conflict, when pressed by the foe,
I have fled to my refuge and breathed out my woe;
How often, when trials like sea billows roll,
Have I hidden in Thee, O Thou Rock of my soul.

Hiding in Thee, hiding in Thee,Thou blest Rock of Ages, I’m hiding in Thee.


Hymn - William O. Cushing

Letting go

Letting go of the illusions that I've built up in my head.
Letting go of all my words both spoken and unsaid.

To grasp, to cling to something that will only disappoint
has been the greatest cause of my heart and soul's disjoint.

Letting go will always be a hard and desperate thing
But I do know that when I let go, there's more room for my King.

So here it is, my Lord, my God, I give this up to You,
and ask that You replace the lies with your loving truth.

Set me free of all the pain as I lay this at Your feet,
and show me that without Your love all I am is weak.

My God you are the one true constant in my life,
The lover of my soul in sorrow, pain and strife.

I offer you my heart and mind as I sing Amazing Grace,
because I know that even when I let go I'm safe in Your embrace.

Blink . . .Blink . . . Blink

Lately I feel like the blinking red light on a phone that's been put on hold.

The light goes on, the light goes off.

My faith is huge, my faith is non exsistant.

I'm ready to go, I'm stuck in this life.

I'm excited, I'm annoyed.

I'm eager, I'm afraid.

I'm happy, I'm sad.

I have it together, I'm falling apart.

I feel strong, I feel weak.

I laugh, I cry.

I trust, I question.

I know the truth, I feel deceived.

I know what I want, I haven't got a clue.

I feel everything, I feel numb.

I'm here, I'm nowhere.

I know what to say, I can't be bothered.

I'm honest, I'm a liar.

I hear music, I hear silence.

I listen, I ignore.

I hum along, I throw the phone against the wall.

When will that voice pick up and speak?

The Mat Man

AAAAAh it's Friday, How can I tell? The mat man just left the clinic. The mat man is always a fresh reminder that the weekend is only 8 hrs away. He's the chipperest guy on the planet (I know chipperest isn't a word but it's the only way to describe him:) He's always smiling and super chatty as he picks up the mats and switches them for new. I'm glad he comes on Friday cause if he showed up on a Monday I have a feeling I wouldn't find him so refreshing. I'm gonna miss the mat man.

A short poem for the mat man

Mat man, mat man what will I do

when time comes 'round to wipe my shoe?

will you drop by and bring me a mat

and remind me it's friday with your friendly chit chat?

Mat man, mat man you're the best

you're full of life and full of zest.

Mat man, mat man I'm glad you were born

but I sure don't wanna see you on a monday morn :)

Yaaay for the mat man!!!

Climbing a Hill

Climbing up a hill,
the Sun is warm
as I strive to reach the top.
Such anticipation
as I wait for the joy that comes from being up so high.

Arriving at the top of the hill,
the Sun is radiant
as I dwell at the highest height.

Such exhileration
as I find the joy that comes from being so near to the Sun.

Descending the hill,
the Sun is strong
even as I wander away.
Such indifference
as I grasp for the joy that was experienced at the top.

The Sun will always be shining even when I am descending.

Oh how I long to constantly find joy in

the warmth, the radiance, and the strength of the Son,
no matter where I am on the hill.