A cry from my heart and a promise from God

Just a couple more poems from me.

I cry out again 

Lord, I’m scared

I’m paralysed with fear

All hope has fled

All joy has vanished.

I cry out to you again.

Oh Lord please hear me

Forgive me, cleanse me

Have your victory

Restore my soul

Lead me in your way

Please take my hand

Strengthen my feeble heart

Guide me, Lord, I pray.

For you alone are God

You have all power

The victory is yours

Do not abandon me I pray.

 

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His promise

I will shelter and protect you

I will never fail you

This is my promise to you.

Though you feel you are failing

My arms will support you

My strength will sustain you,

My child, do not fret or worry

I know you through and through

I will be with you

I will have the victory

I will not leave.

Be strong in me when you have no strength

Be secure in me when you are feeling weak

Be safe in me when the storm surrounds

Be at peace in me when your are troubled

For I am here beside you

I love you my child

Be still, be sure, be strong

He will have the victory

Ref Proverbs 3:5-6

Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge Him, and He will make your paths straight

 

 

He will have the victory

 

He will have the victory

In your troubled heart

His hand can move the nations

Trust Him for your small part

 

He’s promised not to leave you

His love is ever true

Although you feel you’re failing

His arms will uplift you

 

Surrender now your burdens

Submit to His good will

Let go of that which troubles

Breathe deeply and be still

 

For God is strong and able

He knows the path ahead

He’s promised He will lead you

You’ll be safe where He has led

 

 

 

from a place of weakness

The last couple of weeks have been a struggle with the Black Dog of depression. As I struggle to cope with some hurts. It has been a battle. The following are some thoughts/prayers from this time

From a place of weakness

I am weak and feeling faint

Failed again to stand against

The onslaught of the enemy 

Child be still I am with you

I will never fail or forsake you

I The Lord, your shepherd

Have the victory in hand 

Lord I feel I am failing you

With each new struggle

As sin binds my feet and hands

And throws me headlong in the pit 

I will rescue you my child

Sin cannot, will not, defeat you

I am by your side my child

I will not, have not, I will not leave you! 

Lord I submit again to you

Have your victory in my life

I surrender once again

Please lead and help

Direct my life.

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Have your victory

Have your victory in my life

Help me surrender it to you,

Please free me from the sin which binds

Please guide me, help me, oh my Lord

Because I’m weak and I have fallen

And I cannot see the way

My own sin clouds out my vision

But you Lord, you can show the way,

I really really need your help here

I need to see your loving face

To hear your words, know your direction

Lord rescue me for your name’s sake

struggles with the black dog and God's encouragements

Here are a couple of poems from my heart as I continue to struggle with the black dog of depression and with feelings of uselessness.
Crumbs that sounds inviting doesn't it!!!! but hopefully someone will read these somewhere and know that God won't abandon you, he understands and even when you may feel unlovely and unlovable he still loves you, you belong to him and even when you can't see it for yourself in his eyes you are valuable and have worth.

Do I have a place?

Is there a place for me here Lord?

For the person that I am,

I’m not an extrovert at all

I’m probably not much fun.

It’s not my way to jump and sing

I’d rather quietly pray,

I’m not so good at speaking out

But can you use me somehow, someway?

I feel I’m really not much use

That there’s not a place for me

The others seem to blaze with light

While I flicker weakly here

Yet you will not quench this flickering wick

I read that in your word,

You won’t snuff out my little flame

So into your hands I commit again.

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The Black dog

The black dog of depression

Hangs like a lead weight on my heart

Even times of happiness

Can feel it dragging me apart,

It cripples me, it holds me back

It taints my every thought,

It wearies me with each attack

Traps and drags – again I’m caught

I long to run away from it

And reinvent myself

I long to be free of this pain,

Oh Lord, please heal my heart

His encouragement

The Lord will not leave me to be devoured

He will rescue me, he is here.

He will replace my weeping with his joy

He will bring light to the darkness in my heart

He won’t abandon or leave me.

He is my shepherd, I’m in his flock

I belong to him, he won’t abandon me.

Thank you Lord that your rod and staff

Still comfort me in dark valleys

I will wait for you Lord, for your timing

You will not forsake or leave me.

 

The Good Shepherd

The Good Shepherd

 

The sheep was bleeding badly

A torn and bloodied lamb

A broken battered lump of wool

Was in the Shepherds hands,

It didn’t look worth saving

Didn’t seem much worth the time,

But the Shepherd gently held it

In His arms, with love divine

Because this tattered and torn lamb

Was His, He said “You’re mine!”

“I’ve brought you with a mighty price”

“And I know which sheep are mine”

“I never will forsake you”

“or leave you bleeding out of sight”

“I will not lose one of my flock”

“You won’t be left behind!”

Hold Your Head Up

I struggle often with putting myself down, not being all that nice to myself. I was brought up on the concept of not thinking too highly of yourself, and consequently find it hard to acknowledge if I have ever done anything good.

 

 I was having a conversation with a good friend the other day along these lines, and how it is not 'prideful' to be proud of your achievements, especially when it is God who gives us the abilities and gifts we have. Also was thinking of the words in Psalm 115:1 which says:

"Not to us, O Lord, not to us but to your name be the glory, because of your love and faithfulness"

 

The following poem is the fruits of these thoughts.

 

Hold your head up 

Lift your eyes a bit my child

Hold your head up high

For I have given you this gift

And the glory is all mine

It isn’t pride if you just smile

Enjoying what you do

It isn’t pride to take delight

In what I do through you

Stop hiding in the shadows child

And use what I provide

I sing with joy and love for you,

My child, you’re my delight.

So don’t apologise again

Because you’ve done some good

Rejoice with me, come smile and sing

I am your loving God.

A time of waiting

Waiting 

Waiting here in the stillness

Lord, I’m waiting here where it’s quiet.

Unsure of the direction

Of where I’m heading with my life.

I commit again Lord

Commit myself into your hands,

Hanging on to your promise

That you have a purpose and a plan,

Not sure what I am to do Lord

So I’ll wait here for a while,

Maybe this is the destination

So I will wait here at your side.