Open Arms Running through the shadows, a whisper in the dark Every misstep echoing, leaving its bitter mark They spoke of rules and failings, a debt I couldn't pay Their judging eyes like arrows, chasing me away I felt t
Grace for All Ashamed to ask for mighty men, for horses and for shield We told them of Your gracious hand, our God upon the field But in my heart, I knew the truth, a sinner, weak and frail Like Paul, I cried, "I am the
Outstretched Hands Rushing through the market square, another voice calls out my name A fleeting glance, a hurried prayer, try to avoid the gaze of shame "Go in peace, stay warm, be fed," my hollow words echo in air Whil
God Has Drawn Near When shadows lengthen, and the burdens press so low, My very spirit whispers, "Lord, don't let Your presence go!" Like ancient hearts that yearned, beneath a heavy hand, For closeness just beyond their
In Your Embrace The sun is setting on my pride There is no place for me to hide The "great matters" I leave behind In the quiet, Your peace I find I used to cry for what I lacked But now I’m leaning on Your back. Like a
Sour to Sweet I looked around at the easy life They had the gold, I had the knife Twisting inside, cutting me deep Robbing my joy, stealing my sleep. My heart was sour, fermenting within A piercing grief, a secret sin.
A Willing Heart From the breaking of the dawn, a whisper soft and low, Not a thunderous command, but a seed He wants to sow. He desires our willing hearts, arrayed in splendor bright, The fresh dew of our youth, walking
Freely Given In a world that seeks its own, a silent whisper starts to grow, Chasing what we think we lack, never truly looking back. But who am I, and who are we, to stand before this majesty?