Wisdom
Listen to Jill recite her poem below: Lord, give me a wise discerning heart To judge the hardest cause, Give me a prudent knowing heart A copy, Lord, of yours. And grant me health to serve you, Lord, And give me wealth to spend, On other’s needs than on my own So want and hunger
Bruised But Never Broken
Listen to Jill recite her poem below: “A bruised reed he will not break, and a smoldering wick he will not snuff out.” Isaiah 42:3 Bruised but never broken Down but not destroyed Battered by life’s problems Sick or unemployed. Struggling with a marriage Rejected we may be Bruised but never broken His promise is
A prayer for a thirsty soul
With all the recent traumas the world has been through—and continues to go through—my mind has been drawn to the woman Jesus met at the well. She had been restless and desperate, needing God’s help. The woman echoes some of King Solomon’s own needs in the book of Ecclesiastes—thirsting, searching for a drink of the
Till I Get Home One Easter
Turn my crying and my sighing Into laughter in the rain, Bend to bless my raw emotions Lying prostrate in their pain. Help me leave the graveside singing, Trust myself to Your great might. O dear Lord, refresh my spirit, Pierce my darkness with Your light. Walk into my deadness shouting, “I’m alive, lift up
You Wore My Thorns
Listen to Jill recite her poem below: You wore my thorns, that I may know Your grace; Pierced by my sin, that I may see Your face. Loved and forgiven from shame and deep disgrace, You wore my thorns, You wore my thorns. You wore my robe, You let them mock and sneer; You took
Meet Me on the Mountain
Have you met Him at the lakeside Did you hear His still, small voice? Did He call you there to follow Him, And said, “You have a choice”? And did half of you say, “Yes, Lord,” And have half a mind to start? Did you think He didn’t notice When you gave Him half your
God of Perfect Timing
When the time had fully come, God sent His Son, born of a woman. Galatians 4:4 God of perfect timing, Word of wisdom rare. Eternal God, incredible to see you sleeping there. How can it be dear Lord of life You came to tell us all. Our only hope of Heaven lay within that cattle
Kneeling with Kings
Kneeling with kings at the crib of my Savior, Singing in praise with the angels on high; Here with Your people, wondering about You, I’m thinking of Jesus and wanting to cry! Father, I love You for giving me heaven Wrapped in the form of a newborn so small, But how could You stand to
No Greater Joy
No greater joy when my children walk in Truth, No greater sorrow when they don’t No greater joy when they love the Lord I love, No greater heartbreak when they won’t. No greater joy when persistent prayer is answered, No greater privilege to pray. No greater work as we fight the battle for them, Trusting
Waiting
Waiting for the dawn to dawn, when night is long and black, Waiting for a heart to heal or a kid to get on track. Waiting for delay to end and wishes to come true, Waiting for a sight or sense of You. Waiting for the one who’s left to find a way back home,
Divinity Wrapped in a Blanket
Divinity wrapped in a blanket, Laid in the arms of the race, Slept while His Father kept silent, Watching with tears on His face. The godhead resides in a body, So weak and incredibly small, While angels bereft of their treasure, Try to make sense of it all. Divinity wrapped in a baby. How simple,
Joy Is Jesus
Joy is Jesus wrapped in swaddling bands, Joy is Jesus in Mary’s loving hands. Joy is Jesus making sorrow sing, Mending deepest heartaches – what a gift to bring! For from the highest heavens, knowing well His plan, God laid Him in our hostile arms, the Precious Son of Man. Knowing all before Him –
All the Way Home
Jesus said, “Take up your cross and follow Me!” Matthew 16:24 One day in India after a traumatic and wrenching ministry visit, Jesus asked me a hard question. It happened like this: Shaken, drained, discouraged, sickly Tired and troubled and depressed, Glad the time of serving over, Now I’ll go home and rest. Hot and
Everness
Inspired by Psalm 23. When healing oil was needed for the wounds within my soul, When battered raw and bleeding, I needed to be whole. When enemies surrounded me, and all I knew was fear, My Shepherd came and found me, and whispered, “I am here.” He lifts me on His shoulders and laughs in fear’s