THE PHARISEE IN ME

The Pharisee in me

is sometimes all I see.

The tendency to judge and scold,

to be self-righteous and so cold;

to sit upon my man-made throne

and look down upon one who feels alone.

My heart cries, “Rid me of this great sin,

melt my heart and let me love again.”

Not in eyes of judgement will Your face they see,

but only through eyes of mercy

will the prisoners be set free.

PRAYER OF A SAINT.

O, Holy One of Israel, hold my hand and keep me still.

Help me walk at a steady pace, keep me looking into Your face.

Be my rock, my shield forever, birth within me each endeavor.

God, forbid that I should fail to look beyond this earthly veil into the place where You do live, where holy love is Yours to give.

Take me up into the heights. Take me where my soul delights to show me what You have for me. O, give me a glimpse of eternity. Amen.

OUR MAKER

You are the maker of us all, rich and poor, great and small.

You breathed into each the breath of life and called us to be your adoring wife.

You have raised us up in liberty that we might fall before your majesty.

To see your face and hear your voice comes to us an eternal choice.

Within us all, we know that You can touch us once and make us new.

A life once broken, torn and lost has been redeemed upon your cross.

Take your Church, and gently break her, because, O God, You are her Maker.

AT HIS FEET

What do You want of me, Lord of my life, but to sit at Your feet and be Your own wife.

This is my heart’s cry from deep in my soul. Your words how they cleanse me and make me feel whole.

I delight in Your feet, O, how lovely they are; each one a blessing, each bearing a scar.

You suffered and died upon Calvary’s crude tree and laid down Your life for poor wretched me.

Remind me, dear Savior, my own precious Lord, that to sit at Your feet is my eternal reward.