I know I forget to remember
To see the works of your hands
To see the supply of your grace
I know I forget to remember
To give thanks for all you’ve given
And look forward to the promises I believe in
I know I forget to remember
To trust in hope
And see that the future speaks of possibilities
So tonight I want to say thank you
For the love you’ve shown
For the grace you’ve given
For the comfort of your presence
For the light that guides my path
Thank you for friends that you gave
Gifts that transcend the values we place
Thank you for the times we joyed
And the times we had to believe for a miracle
I will never forget the life you gave
For me to have an eternity with you
Thank you for now and
The resurrection of my body to come
And I’m grateful for bleak futures
For which I can trust in you for light to shine
Thank you for the gift of a sound
And stories worth the hearing of men
Thank you the strength you stirred
While I crushed under the weight of my tears
I am aware your works are good
And your gifts beautiful and divine
Thank you for the songs you gave
The ones I sang in my darkest hours
They helped me remember
That though my eyes can’t see you
My heart responds to the assurance in your Word
Thank you for my many blessings The gift of a family that bears your name
Where the love is all that matters
And when our hearts fail,
We have a company to whom we return.
There’s a lot to be grateful for
Help me to always remember
That in all, you remain a good Father.
It was not a waste.
Though now feels like labours washed through a basket,
My heart will trust and hope in the best.
My tears will call for vengeance,
Not havoc to wreak
But for my children to be preserved.
That they be nourished with all their soul requires
And their hearts be steadfast in the love of the Father.
I only desire that they remain devoted to the Father’s heart,
The truth of His person and nature.
That they remain sincere and without offence to the integrity of His will.
That they love honestly, yet unwavering in the face of adversity
And someday, I’ll look back and smile with content that it was not a waste after all.
The unexplainable dares me
To tell my story to all who seek to know
But I fear ears may not comprehend
The vacuum in the words I sow
Oh your heart may not be fertile for them to grow
Except you fuse your heart with mine
Perhaps, you’ll hear the intensity of my heart cry
And your knees will touch heaven again
That my heart be strong as the moments try
Where do I go from here?
My heart is held on to the things I hold dear
And I never doubt that my Abba is always near
But I’m weary and my soul pierced with many fears
That I may break under the weight of my silent tears
I know I call and He hears
But I don’t want to be drowned in the sea of my cares
So I cast them…
Abba I cast upon you my cares
Cos I know I call and He hears
I look forward to these moments where my heart speaks to yours
And yours responds to mine
Where my song is beyond sounds
And your presence is peace to the raging storms
Where your smile calls me into the depths
Daily drawing me to the core of your love
My heart desire,
Let these moments constantly set my heart on fire
Denying cupid’s shot arrows makes me a liar
Àdùnní so better keep setting this heart on fire
With huge doses of love
Till we grow wings to fly beyond the clouds
Into the blissful atmospheres of heaven
I know everything in this system has something bad to say.
Schedules and deadlines hit me at moon time while I lay
Fears and tears may seem to define today
And the pressures tempt my heart to rather not pray
But I pray that I be bold to face the demands of everyday
That I be aware of Your Spirit making clear the paths along my way
Oh I pray I be bold to see You even when the skies are grey
And my heart is confident that You always shine out with bright rays
Leading me against the storms and all that screams no or nay!
I ask that I be strong to dare this path again and again
I pray that Your promises will come alive to me daily
That my will be resolute
My emotions firm and unperturbed
My mind sound and fearless
That I fully express the reality of who I am,
The one who has not a Spirit of fear
My eyes captured thorns
Thorns that hurt my soul.
The moment I choose to look
Every moment the roses call my name,
My eyes capture thorns
The thorns that hurt my soul.
This place I chose to be
For the false beauty I see
Is the land of tricksters and goblins
Where roses hurt your soul
But the little fairies yell you to run!
In the outlands
Where bugs trample beasts
And slithery things uproot trees
The strange is normal
And my eyes see things
That my hands can’t touch
Lest I be defiled and
Lost in the unknown
Though it be said that the world is sore
And her organs hurt so much more,
Though men roam the streets as ghosts
And the paths before them uncertain,
I pray that I see differently.
That I see as you see.
That I do not see men as trees.
But I see the priority of Your heart.
May I feel your tender tugging at strayed hearts as though they were mine.
That I may love the way you do
And see possibilities where none are found
Because my eyes now see God in everything.
Once I limited miracles to lightning bolts
The beauty of the red even sky
Making my heart strum chords of awe
Heaven knows the full silver moon
Draws my soul to tabernacle among the stars
Well these days, I see that
There are also miracles in broken vessels
And music in raging storms
Tears can sparkle in love
And our fears birthing boldness
Tearing from inside like claps of thunder
Our lives burst out in colors as dynamites break the rock to pave way for hidden waters
Miracles are what we see
When we truly see that
God is in the midst of her
And she cannot be moved