Everyday, I see people's thirst to be the tree The tree bearing precious fruits for others to eat, seeds for others to replant The tree providing shade for others to cool The tree releasing oxygen for others to breathe The tree providing home for others to live The tree looking beautiful for others to admire
That is many people's desire But remember, the tree was once a seed It took time for the tree to grow The tree had to withstand adverse weather conditions The harsh weather built the tree a strong foundation Don't stress, give in to your cultivation!
Take me where I am, meet me where I am Shepherd me Oh Lord like a little lamb You are my protector, you are my defender Help me run to you when I hear the voice of the pretender You are my salvation and my Rock An open heart and mind has many a door unlocked You are my fortress and my strong tower When I am weak and worn you have the power You are my shield in front and my sword beside You are my armor Lord you are big when I am small inside You lift me up and take me in You run to me when I confess my sin You are my healer my balm and salve when I am sick You have never left my side through thin and very thick You care for me and love me. You send me your Spirit You never gave up on me even when I wanted to quit I love you I praise you I give glory to your name Your words are living and dynamic yet ever the same I bless you and thank you for all that you are Prince of Peace, King of Kings, Morning Star Many names for one so high But above all else you love me so much you would die No greater love there is than to lay down one's life for a friend I will do my best to live that out loud till my time is at an end In all things Lord be my life and breath Keep me ever in your sight from now until my death When I join with you in heaven I will forever sing your praise But until that day I'll be content just to daily lift my gaze
Written during Adoration at St. Peter's Catholic Church. First Fridays with Faith and Fellowship.
You don’t know who she is. You only see her face and hear her name. But if you really knew her, you’d know that she’s a fighter. She spends her days, overcoming the pain, not drowning in pills. She provides for a family, not for paying men. She gives the world something more, instead of taking what isn’t her’s. She works for a cause, not for drugs. A saint among sinners. A lover among aggressors. A light among the dark.