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| set the world on fire.
until its burning bright for you
it's everything that i desire
can i be the one You use?
i am small, but You are big enough
i am weak, but You are strong enough to
take my dreams, come and give them wings
Lord, with You there's nothing i cannot do
i wanna feed the hungry children
and reach across the farthest land
and tell the broken there is healing
and mercy in the Father's hands
my hands, my feet, my everything
my life, my love, Lord use me
i wanna set the world on fire...
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to think...God has opened so many doors for me this past weekend. i love where this is going..
:)
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| get over yourself.
MEN. and WOMEN of God. | | |
| i know i haven't blogged in forever, but i decided not to blog this one on facebook.
in the past two/three weeks, and finally confirmed these past two days, i've come to the realization that my heart is still in need of a major load of healing. i haven't been this honest with myself in a while, but i know God will bring me through this season of healing.
there's so much i want to say, yet i know it's best to just leave it at that.
please pray for me, my brothers and sisters. | | |
| it's been a while.
all i have to say it, life is coming quick - don't miss out.
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| Back and forth, the boat rocks
Winds blowing this way and that
Back and forth, it hits the rocks
wavering this way and that
Back and forth, she steps into the world,
and on Sundays into the Word.
She can’t make up her mind; she’s lukewarm
hot or cold, she doesn’t know
back and forth, she doesn’t know
which way to go
Back and forth, between pleasure and purpose
The pleasure that kills
or the purpose of God to fulfill?
Back and forth, she wavers
until one day …she crashes.
The boat hits an iceberg and the lifeboats aren’t enough
to save her from the mess and she’s summed her life up
into a tragedy,
repeating history,
like the titanic but worse.
This could have been avoided, but now what can be done?
her flesh chose pleasure and now there’s no where to run
there’s no life vest on this boat that can save her from sinking
she panics in distress saying, “what was I thinking?”
what was she thinking when she, gave in to her flesh?
What was she think when she, got into that bed?
The iceberg has hit and there’s no reversing it…
The storms rage and it’s out of control,
she gave in to pleasure; traded it in for her soul..
The boat is about to sink.
She’s lost, overcome by it all..
Then all of a sudden…
PEACE.
The peace that transcends
Her understanding of how this is not the end.
The peace that calms the raging seas,
Giving her the ability, to let go and start afresh.
The peace that crushes the enemy’s head,
The peace that gives you joy instead
of worry and condemnation.
The peace that is a gift – called grace.
A peace that is not her own, yet lives in her.
A peace that revives and restores,
All that was lost is now again hers.
purity and joy overcome guilt and shame
The peace that gave her a new name.
Jesus Christ, yesterday, today and forever the same.
-francesarlyn | | |
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