Many storms are raging
Oh Lord, Your will be done
Lifting up arms to fight
A battle already won

Blood stained tears that bore my shame
Stripes and blows endured my pain
Sickness and death shall I never see
Because of the death You died for me

For the joy before you the cross you endured
My place with the Father in Heaven assured
Thanks be to you in such great measure
My life forever lived to bring you pleasure

Oct/05

Hopes and dreams held captive
Imprisoned in the depths of his heart
Longing for the truth searching for the purpose
Of a life long ago surrendered

Wilst he go forward by faith
On bended knee his spirit to break
Ever wondering eagerly asking
Father, what road shall I take?

Joy, however, dost the young man feel
Christ’s death and resurrection his zeal
Many a man reckons him blessed
Giving to all his utmost best

Fear not, Oh young man, but make haste
Ne’er let His marvelous gifts to waste
If only this your life’s true calling
Know that Heaven stands, for you, applauding

Burdens weigh down a heart so strong
Bearing the costs for other’s doing wrong
Most never can men be so gracious
Nor sacrifice with so much patience

Take thee thy leave, Oh Weary One
Rest in the Father’s loving arms
Count not the hours in the day
Kneel thy heart at the cross and pray
Oct./05

Love like rain
Washing away the pain
Eyes like fire
Taming the heart’s desire

Sickness of heart
Cured in an instant
By your gentle touch
God’s perfect instrument
Oct/05