The divine broom
Of his wondrous love
Sweeps over the hidden
Crevices of my soul.

Careful not to miss
The hard to reach places
Of nooks and crannies,
He sweeps behind the doors,
And even ‘neath the rugs.

And removing the particles
Of dirt and dust from the heart,
He sweeps and sweeps
Until he has swept it all away,
And I am clean.

Lord we enter your gates
With thanksgiving.
We come before your presence
With singing.
Our voices we raise
As we enter with praise
To render to you
The glory due.
We lift our hands
And humble our hearts
As we offer praise to you.

We praise you.
We praise you, Lord.
We offer praise unto you.

This tent of temporary abode,
Gives way, becoming
More fragile by the degree.

The color fades.
And in aging, it rips, tears,
And painfully trembles.
The best repairs are only
For a short while.
And, soon, it shall fold.

But, ever, my faith is in God,
Who has assembled for me
A new and lasting abode.

When the path is dark
And my senses are dull
And the pain is more
Than I can bear,
I look heav’nward--
‘Yon sun, moon, and stars,
Where a voice then whispers,
“I am here.”

(Reflecting upon my first encounter with the Lord. After desperately seeking to know Him, I found God on the pages of His Word.)

I thought to find him there
in nature--the singing brooks.
The sparrow’s song.
The murmuring sea.
And even the brilliant Mr. sun,
But it wasn’t to be.

Instead, I heard a faint-soft voice
Speaking to me from the pages
Of his awesome and abiding word.
‘Twas then I realized
That I had found him.

Desperately, I cried to God
And He has not heard me today.
He does not answer.

The path is dark.
The way is bleak.
Oh Lord, where are you?

You are my only light, Lord,
Oh, guide me, I need you now.
Hear my call.

I will wait for him;
He will come.
For he will answer me.

(Confident in God's love.)

There is one thing I know of the Lord,
He loves me.
If ever that I am sure of the Lord,
He loves me.
He’s proved his love over again.
In all of my trials, I call on him.
He never fails to come to my rescue.
He loves me.

Whenever in doubt, I go to his word.
Said that if he cares for the birds,
He loves me.
I don’t worry. I don’t fret.
God in his mercies has not failed me yet.
His great love can never fail.
He loves me.