Thursday, March 17, 2011
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Falling asleep, listening to Norah Jones, and praying for Shantel.
Spinning, laughing, dancing, to her favorite song
A little girl with nothing wrong, is all alone.
Eyes wide open, always hoping for the sun
And she'll sing a song to anyone who comes along.
Fragile as a leaf in autumn
Just falling to the ground, without a sound.
Crooked little smile on her face,
Tells a tale of grace, that's all her own.
She's a little girl, with nothing wrong
And she's all alone.
"In faithfulness he will bring forth justice;
he will not falter or be discouraged
till he establishes justice on earth."
He has called her out in righteousness.
He takes hold of her hand.
He keeps her and will make her a light to the Gentiles.
Like Jesus, for Shantel I am steady and undiscouraged.
I hold a jewel of hope for her and she sings songs of grace to me.
I show her love and faithfulness and she shows me unwavering faith.
And she sings that song to anyone who comes along.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
from whom his whole family in heaven and on earth derives its name.
And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, may have power, together with all the saints, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and to know this love that surpasses knowledge--that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God"
He stands in the gap while I am on my knees.