2 posts in one day! How exciting is this?!?! If you know me you know sometimes I write poems. I wrote a couple while we were in Chitwan just about what the Lord was showing me. So enjoy those!

 

The Rooster

 

The rooster crows the praise of your name as he welcomes us into another day

Look around all ye people what do you see

The glory of the Lord is on display

 

Give Him praise

Give Him praise

The glory of the Lord is on display

Your glory shines from face to face

Hallelujah give Him praise

 

In the brick maker’s hands I see your strength 

In the patience of our hosts I see your grace 

As the red sun sets over the field I feel your peace

As we fellowship and sing praises I feel you surrounding me 

 

Give Him praise

Give Him praise

The glory of the Lord is on display

Your glory shines from face to face

Hallelujah give Him praise

 

 

Brick by Brick

 

Sore knees and dirt kissed skin

With the rising of the sun and setting of it

I wonder if they ever want to quit

Shape the clay

Lay the bricks

Refined by fire 

Now 10x stronger

 

Muscle and a shovel

Day by day we laid a foundation

Stone by stone

We moved from place to place 

Wheelbarrow and grit

Building work ethic

A little dirt a little water

Brick by brick 

Hand in hand 

Mix and lay the cement so this building will stand

Slowly now steady now

Relying on others to show you how

 

Holy Spirit and interpretation 

Day by day He’s laid the foundation 

Piece by piece 

We persevere and develop resilience

Building unshakeable faith

A little misfortune a little suffering

Struggle by struggle

Hand in hand

Run the race and through Christ we stand

Slowly now steady now

He’s making a monument out of you

 

 

Unclean

God I dare not look to you. But I sit at your feet. I hear your voice tell me I’m unclean. But still I sit because in your presence there is peace. The uncomfortable tension of your holiness and my sin meet. My cries of brokenness do not fall on deaf ears. My tears wash over me. Yet still these waters are muddied. Waiting for your cleansing fire to singe me. Still I sit at your feet unclean.