When
life seems to toss you and make you spin ’round,
When
time seems as if it will never slow down,
When
battles are many and resources few,
That’s when I’m thankful God’s promises are new.
Every
morning when waking and ope’ning my eyes,
When
first breath is taken and before I arise,
I
close my eyes again, and thank God above
Today I get to live and experience His love.
Before
feet shuffle out to the floor,
Before
clothes quickly taken from behind closed door,
Before
I shuffle for caffeine intake,
I stand amazed wond’ring at His grace.
To
allow me such privilege to see life again,
To
let me enjoy what He has planned,
To
lead me with sureness knowing He’s in control,
My God is wondrous and I’ve stories untold.
Stories
of fear, joy, laughter, and pain,
Stories
of glee, sadness, and happiness again,
Tales
of my God leading me through rough seas,
Preluded by Him and I on bended knee.
Not
that God need bend His knee,
But
that He wanted to be with me.
This
finite person whom He created
Is one He loves and desires to spend day with.
The
great almighty God chooses to spend time with one
Who
wrestled, ran, hid, and finally came undone,
Who
sat upon floor with wonder new
To realize His love paid my sin price; I’m renewed.
You
see, I’m nothing special, as the world knows,
But
to God, I’m cherished, I’m special as the rose.
I
once ran away because sin had me scared,
But Jesus’ love won out and my heart is repaired.
Yes,
there’re days when I know I’ve done wrong
Still
God puts music in my heart and I hear His song.
He
reminds me, “Jesus loves me, this I know”
And then I’m undone again, bow down, the Bible tells
me so.
It’s
for nothing I’ve done or could ever do
That
Jesus chose and died for me, death and sin subdued.
This
great love, hard to fathom, for a sinner such as I,
Yet He continues to tell me, for you I died.
As
I ponder this great love, this grace and mercy so free,
Reality
is Jesus did it, He died on that tree.
What
great love, what great pain, to ensure my soul!
Would I do the same to rescue one dead, so cold?
My
love’s not as great, broad, and vast as His
Yet
He’s working with me, patient He is.
Remolding
and shaping, cutting out hard spots, too,
As I trust in His faithful hands, to make me brand
new.
A
bit more water here to soften this lump;
A
razor’s edge there removing that bump.
Gently
kneading to soften and smooth the clay;
My heart’s fragile, but more open each new day.
Tender
steps with new heart in place
I
follow my Savior, in His path I stay.
Venturing
afar is not how to remain
As His close child, protected by the Master’s hand.
So,
each day must start upon waking afresh
One
breath then two, then deep breath,
Ope’ning
my eyes, shuffling feet to the floor
Kneeling
with my Savior, Master, and Lord.
