This rendition of the Bible parable of Lazarus and the rich man in Luke is a poetic reminder that we are all commanded to love even the poor.
Fluent in Pain
My Assurance
As I ponder Your ways And thoughtfully reflect, I cannot neglect Your praise. How could I wake without Your grace?
Thank You
I lift You up, King of my joy, For You made all, And all shall praise Thee. Much so I!
I Remember
I remember that day, The day You set me free; You delivered my soul, And revealed Your love for me.
Onward
Why do the people Imagine vain things? Why do they rejoice, Which blaspheme Your name?
I Will Wait
I Will Wait Oh Father, I will wait for You,For You know the thoughts of my heart;And all the steps I take,You have known them from the start.When I’m confused I look to You.What need I to stress?For you have formed my soul;For me, You know what’s best.Why shall I pant and worryFor that which... Continue Reading →
Make Haste, Beloved
Make Haste, Beloved Happy am I and full of reason to rejoice,Even now, in the midst of mine affliction.For though my emotions seek to deceive me,I know that my God shall deliver me. Though sadness sets its ambush;Though shame readies its bow;I need not fear with You as my refuge. By faith am I shielded... Continue Reading →