Without You
Your Love is like a fairy tale, no end.
A greater love than any friend could give.
You came to live in this bitter heart
When I despised the very essence of who you are.
For your existence seemed so far
From this disappointing life.
Nothing ever seemed right,
A God so divine?
A God who knows no time?
Yet in the midst of absolute despair
I would cry out your name,
"Oh God, are you really there?
If you are, then why all this pain?"
I wanted so bad to hate you.
Yet as my life lay broken and empty
And when everything meant nothing
And nothing was all I had,
You were my last chance.
And still, some of my understanding is lost.
I may not ever know your awesome plan.
But I knew how I felt when you took me by your hand
And led me beside still waters
And laid me down in green pastures.
You opened my eyes so I could finally see,
That your love for us is greater than anything
Anyone could ever know!
Without you,
We are lost souls.
Wandering in the night,
With nowhere to go.
The Good Shepherd
Two thousand years have passed
And I see a picture of you in the grass,
Holding a rod and a staff.
The sign reads, "I am the Good Shepherd"
Ah! If the world only knew!
You are more than a picture in the grass,
You are life everlasting
With your staff you protect us
From our enemies.
With your rod you gently lead.
You place us on the right path.
You lead us to the green grass.
Where the waters are still
And the dangers are few.
You laid your life down for us
So that we could enter through
The gate, which is you,
The only way to God,
The only way to truth.
You offer salvation
To those sheep who hear your voice
And you freely give us a choice.
What do we have to lose?
If we choose to enter through?
Or what shall we gain?
If we choose to turn away?
It's a simple choice,
When we think about the irony...
Two thousand years later...
And there you are, in Shepherd's clothing,
Holding a rod and a staff,
And still your message is being read,
On a sign...in the grass,
Where all the sheep pass.
(John 10)
The Vine
Let the children come together,
Like grapes on a vine growing forever.
I have pictured this:
Walking in a vineyard with
A friend named Jesus.
As He presents a lesson
With the imagery of a simple grape,
I can taste the sweetness
On that beautiful day.
How often have I understood?
As He instructs me to feed a hungry soul
With a measure of fruit.
Yet often my fears stand in the way.
Yet when I picture this:
A basket full of plumb grapes
And the sun shining upon
Then vineyard and Jesus, the vine,
Being the root of it all,
It makes me want to fall
On my knees and
Shout praises to the one
Who is worthy.
The one who died for our fruitless lives,
So that we could produce more than enough
To fill each other up,
With Jesus,
The supreme example
Of God's amazing Love.
(John 15)
( I wrote the next one when I was 16, 10 years ago, before I was a
Christian and didn't know who Jesus was from an apple. Now I see
somewhat of a prophetic nature to it.)
Healer
By
Terra Dawn Voeks
The door is far away.
The passage of death,
The light of my fate.
The eye of horror,
The wink of beauty,
To see is not to die.
The precious society still stands,
And the dream is following me.
My palms are filled with sin.
Time has been lost,
To carry wounds of another,
To feel weak in the state of strength.
I keep chasing the sins from my
Forgotten life.
Who said it was easy?
To breath...
To walk...
To feel...
To ever Be again?
Still,
I am there...
With you through hate.
With you through Love.
I have taught you to continue
A path of belief,
To smile,
Not to cry.
For I bleed your scrapes.
I am the bandage of
Your broken soul.
The Woman At The Well
Oh, what was I thinking?
The great Messiah
Sitting close to me,
Thirsty as can be,
Asking for a simple
Cup of water.
And all I could think of
Is a petty man-made law?
Oh how he must think of me?
He knows my past.
He knows my sins.
Yet it didn't stop Him
From letting me in
That the Messiah is He.
Could He be this spring of water
Of which He was talking of?
Could it be Eternity?
And He says:
A time is coming when
We will worship the
Father neither on this
Mountain nor in Jerusalem.
And the time has now come
When the true worshipers
Will worship the Father
In spirit and truth, for
They are the kind of
Worshipers the Father seeks.
Oh, what does this mean?
Could I be a true worshiper?
I must seek His knowledge,
For in a single moment
He spoke to me,
A Samaritan woman
And a Sinner,
Whom He has now made free.
(John 4:1-26)
Water Me!
Water me, Oh Lord!
I'm a weed in a meadow,
Watch me grow!
Watch me grow tall and strong!
Sway to your breath all day long!
Shine your warmth down on me
Oh Lord,
I want to be free!
Feed me with your righteousness
And I will grow firm in your promises.
I'm thirsty, Oh Lord, let me drink!
With your love,
I'll never shrink,
Wither or die,
But I will rise!
Shoot to the sky!
And all the other
Weeds, flowers and trees
Will know,
That through you, Lord
Is the only way to grow!
By The Riverside
By the riverside,
He exalts my soul.
His Spirit runs through me
As fast as this river flows.
Brown grass turns green.
My eyes now open, I can see!
What I thought was dead and buried,
Now alive in my conscience!
This feeling of bliss surrounds me,
And nothing can hurt me!
Like the river, He guides me,
Through scattered rocks
And thoughtless waste.
And through the River
I feel the Son
And my heart becomes pure,
Like this water in my soul.
And with His spirit,
I Know...
Life...and all that is right!
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