My Little


My little words

What can they do 

To bring glory to You

Lost in translation

To describe salvation

I give my words to You

My little hands

What can they do

To bring glory to You

Working and striving

Forever trying

I give my hands to You


Within the Waiting


He stirs everything within me

Answers fade away leaving me with nothing

I look up, You are there, watching and knowing

My old ways aren’t working, my methods useless

So, I let You work.

Working away in this heart and head

To Produce fruit, Spirit-led

My selfish nature will not be fed

I cling to Your spirit for life

To journey with You is not to arrive

But to watch, to trust and

To find peace within the waiting.