What would it take for me to trust God?

Yeah I trust in You
I remember times you lead me
This time is bigger now
And I'm afraid you'll let me down
But how can I be certain
Will you prove yourself again

Cause I´m about to let go
And live what I believe
I can´t do a thing now
But trust that You'll catch me
When I let Go (When let go)

What is this doubt in me
convincing me to fear the unknown
When I´m alone
You show Your plan is better than my own
And I know I won't make it
If I do this all alone

Cause I´m about to let go
And live what I believe
I can´t do a thing now
But trust that You'll catch me
When I let go

Barlow Girl 'Let Go'

Painting Pictures of Egypt

A great sermon by Rhys Old last night, included a reference to one of my favourite songs by Sarah Groves.

I particularly like the last line ..... if the things we "want" come too quickly, is there a risk we will not fully appreciate them or not realise God's faithfulness to us day by day?

Painting Pictures of Egypt
I don’t want to leave here I don’t want to stay
It feels like pinching to me either way
And the places I long for the most Are the places where I’ve been
They are calling out to me Like a long lost friend
It’s not about losing faith It’s not about trust
It’s all about comfortable When you move so much
And the place I was wasn’t perfect But I had found a way to live And it wasn’t milk or honey
But then neither is this

I've been painting pictures of Egypt,I've been leaving out what it lacks
The future feels so hard,And I wanna go back!
But the places that used to fit me,Cannot hold the things I've learned
Those roads were closed off to me While my back was turned!

The past is so tangible I know it by heart Familiar things are never easy to discard
I was dying for some freedom But now I hesitate to go
I am caught between the Promise And the things I know

I've been painting pictures of Egypt,I've been leaving out what it lacks
The future feels so hard,And I wanna go back!
But the places that used to fit me,Cannot hold the things I've learned
Those roads were closed off to me While my back was turned!

If it comes too quick I may not appreciate it Is that the reason behind all this time and sand?
And if it comes too quick I may not recognize it Is that the reason behind all this time and sand?

A Prayer for Today

Take my life, and let it be consecrated, Lord, to Thee.
Take my moments and my days; let them flow in ceaseless praise.
Take my hands, and let them move at the impulse of Thy love.
Take my feet, and let them be swift and beautiful for Thee.


Take my voice, and let me sing always, only, for my King.
Take my lips, and let them be filled with messages from Thee.
Take my silver and my gold; not a mite would I withhold.
Take my intellect, and use every power as Thou shalt choose.

Take my will, and make it Thine; it shall be no longer mine.
Take my heart, it is Thine own; it shall be Thy royal throne.
Take my love, my Lord, I pour at Thy feet its treasure store.
Take myself, and I will be ever, only, all for Thee.



Words by Frances R. Havergal, 1874

Here I am at what feels like the end
And so I come to You, my Lord, again
With this burden buried deep within
This heart that You have made
In this trial that I'm going through
I don't question 'cause I know it's true
That the sorrow brings me back to You
And You have made me stronger

It's been forty days and forty nights
Down the road of many trials
And I pray it's only for a season
'Cause in the wilderness and in the flood
You're the one I'm thinking of
And I know You've brought me for a reason

I have one more thing I've got to say
Before they try to take my life away
Let it be known that I am not afraid..


40 DAYS Lyrics by Mac Powell/Music by Third Day From the recording: Come Together, Track #2.

Once again I say amen and it's still raining.....

I was sure by now God, You would have reached down and wiped our tears away, stepped in and saved the day.
But once again, I say amen and it's still raining
As the thunder rolls, I barely hear You whisper through the rain, "I'm with you"
And as Your mercy falls, I raise my hands and praise the God who gives and takes away.
And I'll praise you in this storm, and I will lift my hands, for You are who You are, no matter where I am,
And every tear I've cried, You hold in your hand, You never left my side and though my heart is torn, I will praise You in this storm
I remember when I stumbled in the wind, You heard my cry to You and raised me up again,
My strength is almost gone, how can I carry on, if I can't find You
And as the thunder rolls, I barely hear You whisper through the rain "I'm with you"
And as Your mercy falls, I raise my hands and praise the God who gives and takes away.

I lift my eyes unto the hills where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the maker of heaven and earth
I lift my eyes unto the hills where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the maker of heaven and earth

Praise You in This Storm Words by Mark Hall/music by Mark Hall and Bernie Herms

How I long to hear the Lord say "Well done my good and faithful servant"

I don't mind if you've got something nice to say about me
And I enjoy an accolade like the rest
You could take my picture and hang it in a gallery
Of all who's who and so-n-so's that used to be the best
At such'n'such ... it wouldn't matter much
I won't lie, it feels alright to see your name in lights
We all need an 'Atta boy' or 'Atta girl'
But in the end I'd like to hang my hat on more besides
The temporary trappings of this world
I want to leave a legacy How will they remember me?
Did I choose to love? Did I point to You enough To make a mark on things?
I want to leave an offering
A child of mercy and grace who blessed your name unapologetically
And leave that kind of legacy
I don't have to look too far or too long awhile
To make a lengthly list of all that I enjoy
It's an accumulating trinket and a treasure pile
Where moth and rust, thieves and such will soon enough destroy
Not well traveled, not well read, not well-to-do or well bred
Just want to hear instead, "Well Done" good and faithful one...

Legacy by Nichole Nordeman