Perfect trust

Amputated stumps

Dream of the vigour of their first green shoots

Just like an old ship that waits to put out to sea

To sail past the pounding waves

Beyond the horizon

Toward moon lit nights

Rich and full of deep silence

These dreams look back

As reminders of golden days

That spill into the promise of brighter days

That lay ahead

Patiently waiting for what is to come

While resting quietly in perfect trust

In the One who created

Both the tree and the hull

Which will bud once more

And sail away

Put your hope in God

Washed up
Wiped out

There’s always hope

Even when the tree has fallen 

And it’s stump lays dead within the ground

Just the scent of water

Is enough for it to bud again

New shoots will grow

A planting of the Lord instead

Even when my heart fails

And I feel as if I’m abandoned

Gods love will never fail

He will finish what He began

My hope is this

I know He can

My faith is this

I know He will

So I will fight

The good fight of faith

Taking hold of this eternal life

I will fight for hope and not surrender

To discouragement knocking at my door

Though I feel as if I’m drowning

God rules the waves that beat against the shore

Jesus calms the troubled waters 

As deep cries out to deep

My song of praise

In surrender

A sacrifice rising higher than this heavy load

Even with a deadly wound

I remember who conquered the grave

I will preach to my soul

Why are you downcast?

Put your hope in God 

I will preach to my soul

Put your hope in God

 

Running free

Where have all those words gone

They’ve run and hid themselves under a rock

Waiting for the rain to fall

Then they’ll come out of hiding

Shoot out from under the earth

Where they spread their roots deep and wide

Stretch out towards the sun

And run like a wild stallion 

No longer constrained by man

No longer penned in by the world

But running wild

Running free

Who is a God like You

It’s a small world

When I see Your kingdom

Grow bigger everyday

When I see You in the picture

Your picture grows larger day by day

The triumph of Your steadfast love

Keeps drawing me with tender mercy

Your faithfulness compels me again and again

To look up and see

How great You are

How good You are

How kind You are

Heavenward

Before the clock strikes twelve

And the day is done

What will I face

How will I run

This great race

With every marker set in place

Through lush green valleys

And desert wastelands

Mountain heights

And ocean depths

Stretched to the limit

To breaking point

Then soothed and rested

By pools of living water

This eternal fountain never runs dry

I drink and I thirst no more

My eyes set on Jesus

My destiny and high calling

Toward the finishing line

Where Christ awaits

My ultimate prize

Eternal Rock

The tree stands on the edge

Of a great cusp

Fully stretched

Leaning into the wind

With it’s breath commanding the sky

The giant is tossed by it’s power

Moving from side to side

Like a dancer

Tossed and caught

With the skill and power of strong hands

It’s branches and leaves 

Trusting through the storm

That’s it’s roots are embedded 

Deep within the soil

Bound around

A great and ageless rock

Which holds it fast and true

Till the coming of a new day