The Flower

The Flower
isn’t worried
about how her seeds will be spread.

She
can’t
will them to fall or throw them herself.

She
stands tall
and waits for the wind to take them.

The Way He Planned It

It's not the way I planned it
It's not the path I chose
I've taken much for granted
In the way my life should go

But this is the way You planned it
It's not predictable
I wouldn't have understood it
But you've made my life so full

Thank You for the chance to see
the reasons You created me
Dreams come true that are deep inside
When You're near they cannot hide
You wove them into each of us
They are realized when we trust
In the One who leads us to
The reasons our dreams come true

My life is a story
A love song to my God
I'm an instrument of Music
I'm made for His heart song

Submitted to His leading
I grow closer to Him still
Just the way He planned it
When He first made this girl

Phillippians 3:12-14

In this season of life I often wonder about this pressure that I'm under.
Dare I complain, since I know, it's through trials and tests that I grow.
Your hand has brought me here, so I will have no fear.

I am changing for the better, to be more like You, Father.
I am better for the changing, I want you seen in Me.

But whatever was for my profit, for the sake of You, Christ, I've lost it.
All the riches in this life I see, all will fade in view of Your Glory.
I'm straining toward the Prize, moving heavenward through Christ.

I am changing for the better, to be more like You Father.
I am better for the changing, I want you seen in Me.

Not that I've obtained all this or already been made perfect,
I reach toward what Christ has ahead.
So take away my filthiness, I want to live in holiness,
for you are my Righteousness, My Redeemer.

I am changing for the better, to be more like You Father.
I am better for the changing, I want you seen in Me.

Emmanuel, the Humble King.

Tell me, have you seen the King
laying in His humble bed?
It is not a worthy place
for the Babe to lay His head.
But I've come to honor Him
for He is the chosen One.
Let all creation sing for Him,
the Lord Emmanuel.

There He laid so peacefully,
though we know the life He'd lead.
Facing all the trials of life,
victoriously, our Christ.
But it came at no small cost.
For our ransom, God gave all.
So I won't reject His gift of Love.
I will answer to His call.

Glory in the Highest!
Glory to the King of Kings!
Glory to the One Whom Freedom Brings!
Our Lord, Emmanuel.

I Will Trust in You

All creation bow before the Lord.
He is Holy.
Lift up holy hands, proclaim His praise
forevermore.
There is not a man who can stand
before our Awesome King of Glory.
He sits enthroned on High,
His judgements are right.
I will trust in Him.

I will Trust in You, yes, I will trust in You.
I will live my life honoring Your Name.
Without You, Lord, no one could be saved.
So, Awesome King of Glory,
I will trust in You.

The angels sing
"Holy, holy is the Lord Almighty!"
The Peoples proclaim,
"Hosanna, King!" forevermore.
All Creation shouts many praises
to our Awesome King of Glory,
So when He calls, I'll come
bow before His throne,
I will worship Him.

I worship You, yes, I worship You!
I will live my life honoring Your Name.
Without You, Lord, no one could be saved.
So, Awesome King of Glory,
I will worship You.

His Desire is for Me

My Lord, my Love, My True Desire,
Forever I will praise Your Name.
I will never let my sacrificial Fire
Lose a single Flame.

The sun rises quickly towards
Your Holy Throne
But early in the darkness
I've made your praises known.

You're the Worthy God of Heaven
You're the Worthy God of Earth
and my song is proven true
From Your Spirit I have learned.

For the crucible Fire burns
Revealing the dross of Pride
The Holy Spirit cleanses my lips
So I offer up a Pure Life.

True Honor to my King
True Honor to my Lord
He will never find me striving
For His love is my Reward

Again, My Love, I lie in bed
But I do not yearn for Sleep
In loving Your Name do I find Rest
Your Faithfulness, it is my Peace.

Let me sing my song to You
Let me worship at Your Throne
Let me find Your Sanctuary
Just my Love and I alone.

Collect each praise just as the Dew
To grace Your beautiful locks
and only as I look at You
My heart of stone Unlocks

Make it known to all the world
I worship You the Only King
and He has whispered to my Heart
His desire is for me.

The Pine Cries

Dear God, please hear my cry.
I just can't see, I have a log in my eye.
A great big tree, it could be a pine.
I can't see the truth with these logs in my eyes.

It's not other's branches, (that I so often blame),
but my own pine cone tears that scratch my face.
A walk in the woods is my daily grind
as I criticize others with these wooden eyes.

Dear God, please, please hear me pine,
and heal my eyes and let me cry
Real Tears of  love and tears of grace
Roll down my face and not this ACHE.

Because I cannot sleep when there is no peace
with endless grief and leaves for eyelashes
I need to hear
"TIMBER!!!!!!!!!!" and crashes.