Life

Life is like a mystery,
we walk through day by day.
Never knowing what lies ahead,
so some people say.

But all is in the hands of God,
so no need to worry.
Cast all your cares upon Him,
and away your fears will scurry.

A Prayer

Lord, help me control my temper and passions.
Let not my heart sway for every trend and fashion.
Put from me all worldly lusts,
and raise me in Thy grace to trust.
Lord, help me walk in love and grace,
and let my light shine throughout all space.
Your glory may I declare,
and Your Holy Word throughout life share.

What causes heartfelt disappointment?

What causes heartfelt disappointment,
Emptiness and discontentment?
Is it not a faithless living,
Not trusting in what God is giving?
Can you conceive you know better,
Are you not locked in a fetter,
Of circumstances you cannot control,
In the sins of your own soul!
The One who made all we see,
Controls each element endlessly,
Never tiring or letting loose,
The laws of His universe.
If He be thus involved,
Are not all your problems solved?
For if He sees the little bird,
Think you not your voice is heard.
So be joyful, trust His grace,
Let obedience fill the space,
Where discontent and sorrow once abode.
Let them know longer incommode.
The only sorrow to feel now,
The only sorrow to allow
Is that for your sin,
And those of your fellow men.
Surrender to the God above,
Who sent down to us His love.
Planned our days, determined our end,
Calling out His ones to befriend.
So think not on what He has not given,
Rather be glad your among the living.
Enjoying His smiles instead of His wrath,
Thankful for all He's done on your behalf.
For what you thought was so much less,
Turned out better than your supposed best.

The Best of Men

The best of men are men at best,
The best of friends turn out faithless,
Our happiest moments are marred with distress,
Our brightest days turn to blackness.

The liveliest creatures die to dust returning,
The most fulfilled hearts still searching, yearning,
In the soul a fires burning,
For something greater to be turning.

Our best works are filthy rags,
Stupid is the one who brags,
For the prettiest face soon sags,
And the fastest runner soon lags.

So then if all be dismal dust,
Filthy works, hate and disgust,
Where is the happiness for which men lust,
The peace, hope, and love to trust?

For if all men are as wicked as I,
Trusting in them would be a lie,
For they too shall soon die,
And can no more help than a fly.

There must be some deliverance,
Some beautiful final circumstance,
Something more than mere chance,
And life's deceiving calming trance.

Men have searched and vainly so,
For this question will not go.
The answer is impossible for natural man,
For one who does not know the great I Am.

When He down from heaven shines,
His perfect light illuminating heart and mind,
When He reveals Himself so graciously,
It makes the lame to walk, the blind to see.

When His love has touched your life,
When you cease from your evil strife,
To live the new life you've been given,
In sight of man with hope of heaven.

Then every pain becomes a joy,
Heavy burdens Tonka ™ toys.
Troubles turmoils turn to peace,
Contradictions quickly cease.

For although the whole cannot be seen,
Yet if a mustard seed of faith be given,
Then even this will cause to grow,
A faith to hope, a joy to know.