Trading Pieces for Peace Rattled brain, thoughts coming like a freight train. Pushed by the flood, sinking in the mud; Falling flat on my face, what a disgrace; Kicked by the enemy back to my juniper tree; Now, so much doubt. Thought I had it figured out. I knew how to live: to give and forgive; A smile on my face, I’d win the race. Now I’m a failure in need of a savior. Lord, help me please. I’m down on my knees. I’ve been humbled; I admit I stumbled. By myself I can’t win; just the thought is sin. I wanted to be strong, but I was wrong. Your Word shows humility is where I’ll grow. There’s no alarm while held in Your arms. Strong waves will come, but I’ll stand; I’m not done. I know where Your Son brought me from. I’ve been reborn; my allegiance isn’t torn. I want to see a smile on Your face when I finish this race. I no longer entertain desire; I know it leads to the mire. For Your Kingdom, I’ll prepare, keeping me from snares.
God’s Grace Is Everywhere God’s grace is everywhere- A smile, tear, or warm embrace, In all this world, in every face. In the humble and meek, Or the proud and weak, At any time in any place, I see God’s grace.
God’s grace is everywhere- With me on my worst of days, When I can’t find my way. His grace covers a multitude of sin, For all the wrong I’ve been in. I deserve hell yet will see His face. I deserve His wrath yet live His grace.
God’s grace is everywhere- Giving us hope to endure the worst. Cleaning us up when we feel cursed. Helping us love those who are wrong, Knowing soon we’ll join Heaven’s throng. Trusting He loves us beyond our mistakes, We can see and know God’s grace.
Numb My mind is gone, My patience spent. It didn’t take long. I don’t know where it went. Too many calls, too many cares, Too many trips, too many snares.
I’d like to feel free, Truly free indeed, But I’ve found discrepancy Between what I am and should be. Head and heart know the same truth, But heart feels bound since its youth.
Depression. Help is on the way, To be taken every day In the form of a tiny pill Not for thrills, more like chills. I’ll unlock its magic each night That makes me feel just right.
Should a child of the living God resort to such measure? Has my earthen vessel taken in wrong treasure? I’ve tried so hard, laying up heavenly gifts. While through this world’s garbage I sift. I’ve spread God’s love that never runs out, So why am I empty and numb throughout?