To God be the Glory

To God be the Glory,

great things He is doing..

He won't let me go..

My faith is renewing!

Though I walk in the valley,

with my light still so dim,

I still have assurance

I'm walking with Him!

Take My Hand

Take My hand, child I adore..
I'll bear your burdens once again.
And if there be a thousand more
I'll cleanse the burden of every sin.

Though you're made of dust and dirt,
my loving-kindness will never die-
whatever the pain or grief or hurt,
whenever you fail or fall or cry..

Take my hand, O child of mine,
walk again in the garden with Me-
leave the sins of the past behind,
be the person I meant you to be.

He Speaks to me

He speaks to me
in metaphors,
on sandy shores,
through open doors.

It's not in words
I hear as such..
It's more, or much,
a heartfelt touch.

He speaks to me-
I know not why.
How often I cry,
as He passes by.

I feel His hand,
His touch within,
and know I've been
with Him again.

He speaks to me
in His holy Word,
both read and heard-
my soul is stirred.

Ancient words
that ring so true.
With a different view,
all things are new.

He speaks to me
with a metaphor
I cannot ignore,
what I adore-

His still small voice
in my heart, rejoice!

He speaks to me.