Adoration
Turn from self and lift your eyes to heaven's glorious King;
Let every heart in humble awe a song of worship sing.
The courts of God are holy ground where mercy meets our need,
So bow before His majesty with every thought and deed.
Our praise should be our daily life, our love both true and strong,
For grateful hearts that honor Christ, their song will never cease.
No equal stands beside our God—His greatness none can frame;
Our Waymaker, our Promise Keeper, forever still the same.
The One who formed us by His hand deserves our highest praise;
In every step, in every breath, we'll worship all our days.
Triumphant, righteous, holy King, returning soon in might,
We'll gladly bow, adore His name, and walk within His light.
I know
My problems may be big, but I know the problem solver.
My mountains may be high, but I know the Mountain Mover.
My way may be dreary, but I know the waymaker.
My path may be dark, but I know the light of the world.
My life may have no peace, but I know the peace-giver.
My bread basket may be empty, but I know the bread of life.
My valley may be rough, but I know the lily of the valley.
I am a sinner, but I know the Savior.
My burdens may be heavy, but I know The Burden Bearer.
My storms may be rough, but I know the one who can calm the storm.
I give you Jesus, the light of the world. He is the same yesterday, today, and forever.
By Parizo Van Thulare
Seasons Change
Crops grow
They get sowed and sealed
They are seen and sold
But not A love from Mother
It is hard when compared to a steel
It doesn't break or get shaped
It is strong when compared to a rock
It does not shake or crack
A mother's love is unique
Bigger than the universe
Purer than the ocean's water
So beautiful as a waymaker
A mother's love doesn't judge
It doesn't asky why
It doesn't pick a side
It doesn't slide
A mother's love is not blind
It sees the erroneous and correct before the rust
It feels the wrong and invent the shields that last
A mother's heart is of kind
I've been a crying babe then
Clueless about the needs of this world
A little doll not knowing what it took to walk
But Mother gave me her all
You are none like no other
You are a conquer
My Mother, my lover
My inventor , My Knight
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