Beautiful Savior

Beautiful Savior,
Redeemer of All,
How do you love me
When I am so small?
Small in my spirit,
Small in my care,
How do I look to you,
'Midst heaven's bright air?
Beautiful Savior,
You died for my sin,
You died for my sorrows,
My weakness, and then
You rose from the tomb,
You defeated the grave,
You live to bring life,
You are mighty to save!
You love me and lift me,
Though I fail still,
You reach down in love
To a scared little girl.

In Praise of God

In Praise of God,
No mere words suffice.
Words sent on a breath of the heart
Up to heaven
Up to majesty and mercy
Up to our Father in heaven,
Words whispered with humble feeling
Reach his ear,
And his love is ours.

In praise of this great God,
No mere words suffice.
Not words only,
But thoughts, focus
Feelings, worries, heartaches,
Joys, gratitudes, empathies,
Services, sacrifices,
All the fight, fire, and mighty strength
Of the spirit.

In praise of God,
No mere words suffice,
But all heart, might, mind, and strength,
My very self.

Who can share the burden of humanity
But who can bear it alone

Who would relinquish their joys and their griefs
                                  their precious selves
                                  their fragile, trembling souls
To any who must validate,
                           evaluate,
                           freeze and examine
                                                        in the air between their eyes
                                                        in the worlds between their minds

But who would starve their thoughts
                  and dry their empathy
                  and treasure the unknown dust
                                                                 of thoughts that could have lit
                                                                         another's world
                                                                and griefs they might've shared.

Who will share myself with me
Will I walk alone

Soft arms pull me into the dark
The Black of space
          the mystery
          the glittering 'may-be's
The eye of peace
             of sleep
No lights to rouse the mind
               to call battalions of thoughts
               to arms
               to war against the flesh
But the sleep that deadens pain
                           softens aches
                           binds regret
And bids Acceptance reign

In black sleep, sins are not seen
It lies, in its perfection
But soothes my woeful brow, nonetheless