
Monday, July 23, 2012
Tuesday's Trust - In Loss, We Are Drawn to Him...

Sunday, February 26, 2012
Monday's Mourning Ministry - In the Lowest Valley and Through the Valley ~The Isaacs / Walking Through the Valley Today

Walking through the valley today, my heart in the pits,
near despair, surrounded by shattered hopes and dreams,
One loss leads to another and another, or so it seems...
Barely navigating through this horrid valley of the Shadow of Death,
Taking it out on all around me, it seems.
Lord, I only hold on by a thread;
Without Your help, I am left, filled with dread.
Lift my spirits, keep my eyes on You,
Without Your help, Lord, I'll never make it through…
But You promise, though loss looms larger than me,
You have conquered Death;
From all this fear and dread of loss upon loss, I can be free…
Though I am winded, out of breath,
With Your presence, I can say,
"Yea, though I walk through the Valley of the Shadow of Death,
I will fear no evil…for THOU art with me…"
O Lord, please hover near me…
Ever attend to me, hear your wounded child's plea.
The Lowest Valley
~The Isaacs
Lord, I don't want to do one thing on my own
Put me where You want me Lord, where I belong
And give me the strength, Lord, to do Thy perfect will
So when I'm in the lowest valley, I can climb the highest hill
Lord I want to be what You want me to be
Lord I want to do the things You want me to do
Lord help me stay in the center of Thy will
So when I'm in the lowest valley,
I can climb the highest hill.
This world, it gets more wicked every day
People's hearts have grown so cold,
forgotten how to pray!
But if I live to be a hundred
I'll keep falling to Your hand
Until You come and take me Home
To that Promised Land.
Lord I want to be what You want me to be
Lord I want to do the things You want me to do
Lord, help me stay in the center of Thy will
And when I'm in the lowest valley,
I can climb the highest hill.
And when I'm in the lowest valley,
I can climb the highest hill.
*****
Through the Valley
~The Isaacs
So you're lookin' for a way to quench your thirst
to ease your mind, to cool the burn.
It's hard to face the road you're going down
And you're tempted to turn around.
Don't give up, just put one foot in front of the other
And just keep walkin'
Through the valley
Up the mountain
Toward the river,
Sweet redemption.
It's a measure of strength,
a shadow of grace,
a matter of faith
That'll keep you goin'
Just gotta keep on,
Gotta keep on, keep on movin'
Through the valley
Love is waiting on the other Side
It calls your name
Don't break your stride
Freedom's gonna taste twice as sweet
when you get to where you need to be
Don't lose hope;
Just hold on with all of your heart
And just keep prayin'
Through the valley
Up the mountain
Toward the river,
Sweet redemption
It's a measure of strength,
a shadow of grace,
a matter of faith
that'll keep you goin'
you just gotta keep on, gotta keep on,
keep on movin'
Through the valley, yeah
It's a measure of strength,
a shadow of grace,
a matter of faith
that'll keep you goin'
you just gotta keep on, gotta keep on,
gotta keep on, gotta keep on,keep on movin'
Through the valley
Through the valley
You just gotta keep on,
gotta keep on, keep on movin'
Through the valley
Through the valley

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Monday, February 6, 2012
Tuesday's Trust - A Mother's Prayer Amidst Deep Sorrow - "Till Morning's Perfect Light..."

Tuesday's Trust
A Mother's Prayer Amidst Deep Sorrow
"Till Morning's Perfect Light..."
Dear, dear Father, hold me with all Your might.
Caress my head; hold my heart; keep me through this Night.
Sorrow wrestles with my heart, shaking all I've ever known;
What is life without loved ones dear, darkness rife where their lights once shown?
Surround me God with Your Love's eternal Light,
Nestle me underneath Your wing…
Keep me safe till Morning's Perfect Light ends Deep Sorrow's Night,
Till, together with my loved ones, I, too, will rest as I hear Your angels sing.
Hold my heart till then O Lord; please comfort this mommy's sorrowing ~
Longing for her baby girl, now tucked gently underneath Your wing. . .
