Please carry the heavy load of our pasts
So we’d be free to walk along
Your predestined paths
Please cleanse us from our regret and shame
So our mouths would be confident
To share Your good name
“Come now, let us settle the matter,” says the LORD. “Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they are red as crimson, they shall be like wool.” Isaiah 1:18
Religion says I have the answers
But You say I have your heart
Religion tries to simplify
You continue to mystify
And set Your love apart
No matter how diligent
No matter how sincere
Our attempts are
at cleansing our own hearts
We still will fall short
But if His grace covers one,
It covers all.
10 For whoever keeps the whole law and yet stumbles at just one point is guilty of breaking all of it. James 2:10
You will make a way through this uncertain road
You’ll clear a path and illuminate my stepping stones.
Where will you take me? You will not say.
Only that you love me and you know the way.
Along the path my Lord leads me, whispering as we go.
Invisible safety embraces me disguised as a “not now” or a “no”.
Holding me to say “wait”, releasing me when it’s time to go.
Where he is leading me, I don’t yet need to know.
I see this is by Your hand.
Though not all will understand
How You’ve led me into
Your promised land
The pasture is green
The waters so wide
A land flowing with honey
You there by my side
My soul is refreshed
My heart so content
Each labored step led
By divine Providence
Years in the storm
Now worth the wait
The desires that were born
The mistakes that were made
The changes that occurred
All through grace
Ushering me here
To this moment, this place
1The Lord is my shepherd, I lack nothing.
2He makes me lie down in green pastures,
he leads me beside quiet waters,
3he refreshes my soul.
He guides me along the right paths
for his name’s sake.
4Even though I walk
through the darkest valley, a
I will fear no evil,
for you are with me;
your rod and your staff,
they comfort me.
5You prepare a table before me
in the presence of my enemies.
You anoint my head with oil;
my cup overflows.
6Surely your goodness and love will follow me
all the days of my life,
and I will dwell in the house of the Lord
It’s taken me captive
Been ruthless and cold
Gripping my heart
Unwilling to let go
I’ve pressed on despite it
Used it to grow
Gotten used to its presence
And welcomed it home
It’s had purpose, made gains
Inspired me to change
Been my friend, left me slain
My daily reminder, my pain
2 Corinthians 12: 8-10
8Three times I pleaded with the Lord to take it away from me. 9But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me. 10That is why, for Christ’s sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong.
I’ve laid myself down
Raw and exposed
No safety net laid out
Fully vulnerable I suppose
Trusting You to do as You say
Believing in Your love
And even more so in Your grace
As You walk me safely through this place
When I see You, nothing else matters
When I feel You, the rest of the world disappears
When You gently whisper to me
Contentment replaces all my fears
Let me hear Your voice
Let me feel Your embrace
Let it just be me and You today
Jesus is with me
because I have the greatest need
He didn’t come for the Saints
For those strong in good deeds
He came for sinners
He came for me
On hearing this, Jesus said to them, “It is not the healthy who need a doctor, but the sick. I have not come to call the righteous, but sinners.”
This is not the path I had in mind
These are not the troubles
I would have designed
But my easy roads
would never have known
The beauty your paths have shown
so I will trust in you
Just when I think I’ve found the right to judge
The right to hate, not forgive and not budge
You pull me aside and remind me of my sin
You remind me of your love and the grace You keep me in
1 Corinthians 13:2
If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing.
Should there be any comfort in Christ
By His blood, should we be saved.
Should His arms ever hold us tight,
Then let us give Him praise.
Should our failures ever meet His grace
Should our tears be wiped away
Should our hope be restored again
Then let us give Him praise.
Should our lives reflect His name
Should we be rescued from our shame
Should He speak to our hearts each day,
Then Let us give Him praise.
I don’t look the way you think I should
I won’t fit inside your box
I can’t get enough of the people I love
You may disagree with the way I walk
Don’t expect me to condemn I won’t
These are the people I long to know
They need me and I died for them
To walk along side wherever they go
The Son of Man came eating and drinking, and you say, ‘Here is a glutton and a drunkard, a friend of tax collectors and sinners.’
My junk isn’t as bad as yours
I’m comfortable in mine,
I’m familiar with every crumb
It’s been here all my life
But when I see yours,
My goodness what a mess!
You should really clean that up
Keep working, try your best.
See all my junk has a reason
An explanation for every hurt
A story behind every bruise
But I’m comfy in my dirt.
But to me, yours has no reason
I wasn’t there and didn’t see
I don’t understand your mess
So your junk looks worse to me.
Do to others as you would like them to do to you.
Do not judge others, and you will not be judged. For you will be treated as you treat others. The standard you use in judging is the standard by which you will be judged.
And why worry about a speck in your friend’s eye when you have a log in your own? How can you think of saying to your friend, ‘Let me help you get rid of that speck in your eye,’ when you can’t see past the log in your own eye? Hypocrite! First get rid of the log in your own eye; then you will see well enough to deal with the speck in your friend’s eye.
I am the woman at the well
The sinner thrown to her knees
The woman wiping perfume with her hair
Mary, Martha – I am all of these
I am the thief on the cross
Zaccheus and a Pharisee
Judas, a friend and a traitor
I am the least of these
I am Saul as he was blinded
I am Mary at the open grave
A witness on the road to Damascus
By my faith, I have been saved
Luke 7:47-48, 50
47 “I tell you, her sins—and they are many—have been forgiven, so she has shown me much love. But a person who is forgiven little shows only little love.” 48 Then Jesus said to the woman, “Your sins are forgiven.”…
50 And Jesus said to the woman, “Your faith has saved you; go in peace.”
I wish I could say I’ve been a victor
And stayed the course with You
I wish I could say I kept my faith
And never truly doubted You
I wish I could say I’ve been stronger
And stood on solid ground
I wish I could say I learned my lessons
And never looked back or turned around
I wish I could say I’ve been good
And won this war for You
Truth is I’ve been a traitor and a fool
And the only real hero is You