Your fingerprints can be seen on a million faces. . .
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
But you know, I think we all have our moments when we wonder what is in us- that is worth saving? We've ran and ran even farther, found home in our hopelessness. Yet, if we just hold out our shaky hands, turn our downcast eyes upward to Jesus. . . He will always come to save us. He'll reach out to our dry bones, take them up in His gentle calloused hands, put everything back together in its' right place. He will sing over us, that we are worthy to be healed, to be released, to be unbound. . . and to be saved.
Sunday, August 21, 2011
I have been residing here for over a month now.
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
She stands, with a country calling her name.Ignoring those, that expect her to take a claim.
Made for this, these and those.Made so that everyone will come to know-
The love, the grace, the mercies that You oh so long, to bestow.
Hope in the desolate desert dust, that cakes the bare calloused feet that walk these roads.
An abundant life offered to all the sons and daughters, carrying their own loads.
Life to be spoken over these precious souls,
Love waiting, to take it’s toll.
So she lives for this, these and those.
She lives so that everyone will know.
Dusty feet run up to meet her,
Giggles overflow from the tiny hearts,
And it’s a wonder-How she lived without them.
Because it is with this these and those, where her passion stems.
The eyes that twinkle with glee,
The voices that rise and fall, and sing.
Reason beckons her to run out to meet them, with arms open wide.
Reason keeps her here, even when the worries and the doubts tempt to collide.
She’s bound to be different,
Live with back bent, and heart spent.
Cause you made her to bear the burden of a country,
Home to those missing and unable to see,
The beauty of You and all that YOU are.
You, standing arms outstretched, love waiting, with the door ajar.
And so she was made for this, these and those,
And so she will live, so that everyone will know.
El Espíritu del Señor omnipotente está sobre mí, por cuanto me ha ungido para anunciar buenas nuevas a los pobres. Me ha enviado a sanar los corazones heridos, a proclamar liberación a los cautivos y libertad a los prisioneros, a pregonar el año del favor del Señor y el día de la venganza de nuestro Dios, a consolar a todos los que están de duelo, y a confortar a los dolientes de *Sión. Me ha enviado a darles una corona en vez de cenizas, aceite de alegría en vez de luto, traje de fiesta en vez de espíritu de desaliento. Serán llamados robles de justicia, plantío del Señor, para mostrar su gloria. Isaias 61:1-3
Monday, August 8, 2011
Sometimes I think you just have to see it, for everything to finally sink in.