Petition

We make our petition as time passes by
As time goes on, we ask God why
Why does He not grant our request
He smiles down and says, “I know best”


When we go to pray
It may not immediately come our way
The fact we do not acquire
Does not mean He denies our desire


Sometimes we do not receive
Even though we fervently believe
We cannot know His will
Yet we know he means us no ill


Instead, when we go to pray
Simply ask Him to help us obey
If we seek to fulfill His purpose
Surely, His grace will astound us


He requires faith and obedience
Not strength and confidence
Confidence He will give
As well as strength to live


Hardships come our way
But against Him they cannot stay
Still we must do our part
Trusting He will guide our heart


How mighty is our Lord
Whose Word is our Sword
How great a love
From one who came as a dove


He offers peace to those who grieve
Whomever asks will receive
Grace that overflows
To wash away our woes


Be patient when you pray
He will never lead you astray
He will tell you where and when
Once the time arrives. Amen

Stands Alone

In the dark, it calls softly, yet silent

In the light, it makes itself known

A whisper in the heart, an uncanny intuition

It knows secrets untold, holds words no one has heard

It speaks with authority, strong in stature

Just, yet compassionate and supportive

Sometimes it terrifies; many try to suppress it

They discount it because they fear and do not know

Many accept or even embrace it, the freedom it offers

They fear because they simply know and respect its power

Yet no one fully comprehends its power
No one can withstand its power

It needs no support, yet it constantly supports others

Still, the truth remains; it stands alone

Stronger than all, at the last it stands alone

Truth stands alone…

Life is a Fight

We get comfortable and loose our edge

The blows come but none the worse for wear

We go on without a care as the blows are but light

Suddenly those blows drive the wind from us

Everything blurs, where do we stand, will we fall?

Do we have any fight left after comfort stole it away?

When the real fights come to us do we stand, can we withstand?

For all the talk about progress the world remains cruel

We can no more ensure a guarantee than hold a ghost

Guarantees and promises are not the same

Promise is a commitment, guarantee a prediction

One can die while still fulfilling a promise, guarantees go in the trash

When the fight comes our way, do we fight back?

Do we have the grit and the wisdom to see clearly and act?

When life’s fights come our way the choice remains, to fold, or to fight

If we fold then no hope remains; if we fight, hope remains

The weak and hopeless flee or fold, the brave and hopeful fight on

But without love, defeat stares us down, and hope flees our presence

Comfort assures us of others’ affections but love proves itself in silence

Be wary when comfort steps forward, it lays the deadliest trap of all

It makes guarantees of security, prosperity, pleasure and happiness

When the veil ripped the day Christ died, so did this veil of falsehoods

God did not give hope to man through His son that it may be lost

He gave His son that hope would spring eternal

He gave us victory, and the strength and courage to fight

At the end, love conquers all

The Light is the Way

The true, eternal light dwelt among men, but they did not know

Blinded when, amidst the darkness sprang this bright glow

In such a state none could see His true identity

But to all who listened and believed, they will live for eternity

For He came to give men true life

A solitary hope in a world torn by strife

For God so loved the world He sent His only Son

Wherever else men turn for hope they find none

Christ declared Himself as the only way

He calls to all who have gone astray

Those who refuse Him face damnation

But those who come in faith receive salvation

For they followed Him with all their heart

All who believed were set apart

Charged to spread news about God’s grace

To shine His light amongst every race

So all Christ’s disciples, past and present

Must engage in the spiritual war without relent

In holy armor, wielding God’s Word as their sword

Against Satan’s deadly, demonic horde