I can feel the breath of God
Through the trees
As they bow to him in reverence.
Nature sings praises unto him.
I can hear it in every blue bird and
and whippoorwill.
The wind blows and the trees
Become instruments in the background.
It is spring and they sing from the joy of it,
And though my heart is burned
The voice of their magnificence
Has lightened my load

Down the dim and darkening tunnels
through the mazes of my life
While my soul deals with the trials
and my flesh deals with the strife
I still can see the burning
of salvations shining light.

While my heart has mourned with losses
and my tears have overflown
And my world has tossed and tumbled
from everything I once had known
Though circumstances said defeat,
through strength, my faith has grown.

I've learned to look past what is there
to what it might become
I've learned though strikes may be against me
that is not the total sum.
I must do my best to measure
up on the day my Lord will come.

As I lay upon a bed of death
it's claws gripped to my soul
I must confess a part of me
just wanted to let go
But a quieter voice said,
"there is more to do you know."

Who stands upon deaths' doorstep
and doesn't stop to wander back
To look upon the deeds they've done
or upon the things they lack.

You said it was I who made you hurt me
And somehow I thought that it was true.
I accepted the excuses
And I took all the pain
But it took him
To convince me it was you.

He said, "Momma I can help you,"
But I always told him no;
Every time you started in,
I would make him go.

I thought I was a failure.
I was all to blame.
I mimicked your excuses
Couldn't take the shame
Of it all -
It was just another fall.

Just waxed the kitchen
Slid across the floor;
Just couldn't stop myself
From crashing with the door.

Oh, it's really nothing
Just a little black and blue -
But when he looked at me
I knew he knew.

And that small boy was more a man
Then you will ever be;
And it changed that
When he stepped in front of me.

He said, "Momma I can help you."
But I always told him no;
But he stood his ground
This time he wouldn't go.
And I cried when he tumbled to the floor,
It took that little boy
To help me walk out the door;
To say this is it!
I won't take it anymore.

And then I knew I was a failure
And I knew I was to blame;
For standing there  and taking it;
For living with the pain.
And it took that little boy to open up my eyes
And let me see;
I would never let you do to him,
The thing's you did to me.

Dear Lord,
Help our ministry flourish.
Help us to study and to learn.
Help us
Lay aside these early needs
And pray for your concern.
Help us always to be humble
Keep pride away from our goals,
Let us strive to do your will
And leave you in control.
Let us look past circumstances
And know that faith will lead us through,
Let us interceded along the way
For those that need us too.
Help us not to look back except to see
Just where you've brought from;
Let our lives be a testimony
As to just how far we've come.

If there's a chance I can change a situation
Honor bound I am to try;
But if it's already in the past
I have to let it lie.