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Firm To The End

Firm to the end, Our loving God promised, Caught at both ends, A goal I nearly missed. People, So hard to love, People, O must I love? A journey so extreme so vast In God, O I must trust. A year grounded in Romans I started, As time past, the old self departed To live…

Discipline, His Mercy

God’s discipline of me God’s mercy on me His pointed wrath My point of view Set in a mindset So thick, cannot shift Can only come through Suffering before breakthrough I’ve made it personal He’s made it personal God’s necessary discipline for me God’s great love for me

A New Heart

Tame the fiery tongue I must With humility, in Christ I trust My struggle with pride so strong Self preservation with justification so wrong A new heart of flesh promised A renewed spirit I must not resist Wrestling between my will and His way Seems to be the everyday Complete restoration in His good time…

The Potter’s Hand-formed Clay

A position of perfect peace This one beautiful promise Be still and know that He is God “Calm down” said the Lord What does the potter say About His hand-formed clay A gift I’ve been given Squander it not says one of His chosen Resist not His holy will For upon my life, He’s imprinted…