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Though I’ve fallen once again on this journey
I’ve forgotten how to pick myself up
So I cry out to the Lord in my trouble
He shows up. He shows up
It’s amazing that in spite of my failure
He still loves me just the way I am
Every time I need a boost from my Savior
He shows up. He show up
He shows up when I am weary
He shows up when I am down
He shows up when I am reeling
In my fog of sin and doubt
He shows up and leans down to me
He shows up and lifts me out
When I cry out to the Lord
He shows up
I will do my best to follow in His ways
He has shown me what the best path is
I know that if I slip and fall again
He’ll show up. He’ll show up
All I have to do is cry out to Him
All I have to do is say His name
He will come and lift me out of trouble
He will come to save the day
This is a repost from my poetry blog psalmistpetegardner.com
You are my Light
You shine into the darkness of my soul
Showing me the error of my ways
Shedding your brilliance on my plight
Revealing to me my hidden desires
The desires of my deceitful heart
I have trusted in my heart
It tells me all is well
My heart tells me I am a good man
The blood pumping organ that brings life to my body
Providing nourishment to my cells
Keeping everything going
Is true and faithful to my physical body
My heart will always do everything it can
To make the provisions needed for my well being
But not spiritually
Spiritually my heart does not reveal my sin
It hides it in darkness
Until the light of Jesus shines in
Revealing my sin
This light only comes when I ask
When the Holy Spirit convicts me of sin
Then the Light comes in
The Light that is Jesus
The Light that opens up the dark places
The Light that allows me to see myself as I am
A sinner in need of Salvation
Shine you’re light into my heart Lord
Shine it every day
Reveal every dark place
Every hidden sin
Every wicked way
So that I might truly repent
Not from my intellect and what I know
But by what you reveal to me
I do not want to be intellectually saved
I want to be cleansed completely
Washed with the blood of the Lamb
Free from all sin
Only your Light can do that
So shine your Light into my soul
For you are my Light
Here are the words and a video to a chorus the Lord gave me yesterday. I hope you enjoy it!
What else can I do but to worship you
What else can I say but give you praise
What else can I offer you but this life you’ve given me
All I have is yours Oh Lord
All of my heart
All of my soul
All of my spirit take control
All of my heart
All of my soul
All of my spirit take control
Garside’s pond was a magnet for us as kids. It was a small pond nestled in a grove of trees at the top of the hill above Peter Dees house. It sat on the side of the road right where the road took a bend. There was nothing fancy about it. Definitely no swimming – it was dark and murky. Not much for fishing either – there was a tremendous amount of algae and the growing things that would grab your line. So, what was the big attraction?
First was that it was secluded for the most part. We could hang out there and not be seen. We would play around the shoreline. One of our favorite things to do was to skip stones and see if we could skip a stone all the way across the pond. Not that the pond was that big – maybe 30 feet across. But skipping a stone that far took talent, and we became pretty good skippers! The second test was how many skips you could do with one stone. I can remember several over 10. Another stone related thing we enjoyed was throwing a rock into the middle of the pond and watching the ripples come out. We used to try and make patterns by throwing rocks into different areas. Not as exciting as today’s video games, but it kept us occupied.
Second was the tadpoles. We loved to seek out tadpoles and watch them with fascination. It wasn’t unusual for us to find a nest of eggs and take some home, and watch as they hatched and became tadpoles. I can’t remember if we were ever able to keep one all the way to the frog stage, but I’m sure we tried several times over. It’s a fascinating thing to do, especially for a 10-year-old. The little eggs would first sprout a tail, then some front legs, and then the rear legs. We could watch them for hours.
But the biggest reason we hung out there was the bullfrogs. These beasts were gigantic and we were hunters. Catching a bullfrog was a talent we developed over time. Ordinary frogs were hard enough. You would see them on a lily pad, or along the shore, and you were sure you could sneak up on them, only to have them jump before you got there. It took stealth to capture even an average frog. And we caught plenty of them.
But the bullfrog, now that was a catch that made you special. These bullfrogs would trumpet their presence with a loud Ribbit that could be heard miles away – I’m sure! And you could kind of tell where it came from. Slowly you would creep that direction listening to him bellow out his presence. Then, as you got closer, no matter how quiet you were, he’d go silent. If you were really good, you might get close enough to see him sitting there. But you had to be fast to catch him. And catch some we did. Catching a bullfrog was a badge of honor to us. I will not tell you what we did with these beasts when we caught them, but it was not very humane – not humane at all.
What great memories!
I was back in Massachusetts a couple years ago, and we went by that old pond. It was much smaller than I remembered, almost more like a marsh than a pond anymore. The trees and brush had overgrown much of what was the pond many decades ago. There was no place for kids to play around the shore anymore – there wasn’t even much of a shore. It made me sad to see one of my favorite places become so un-useful.
Jesus told a parable about a sower who went out to sow his seed. Some seed fell on hard ground and the birds just ate it up. Some fell on rocky ground and never took root. Some fell on ground that then sprouted weeds that choked out the seed. And some fell on good ground and brought a good harvest. Then Jesus explained that this was really about sharing the gospel. Some will just not receive it – like the seed that fell on hard ground. Some will quickly accept the word, but the word will never take root in them and they will fall away., like the seed that fell on rocky ground. And some will accept the word, and start to live for Christ, but will turn away because of the cares of this world, much like the seed suffered at the hand of he weeds. And of course, some accept the word and go on to live for Christ and bring forth a harvest.
The pond reminds me how easily the world can encroach on the beauty of our salvation. It happens slowly, as little things start to distract us from serving the Lord. Maybe something comes up on a Sunday morning that causes us to miss church. Maybe our devotional time is disappearing beneath work or family pressures. Whatever it is, our time with God gets the short end of the stick. The world creeps in, just like the plant life crept into the pond. If we are not careful, our spiritual life can become overgrown with those other things, and we will find ourselves mediocre at best.
Examine your life, as I have been mine, and see where the world is creeping in. Then start to take steps to clear back the weeds, pull the muck out of the water, and restore the pond, restore your life, to a life-giving force once again. It can be done!