totally frustrated.....then

MARK SCHULTZ 
Well, I know this life is filled with sorrow
And there are days when the pain just lasts and lasts
But I know there will come a day
When all our tears are washed away with a break in the clouds
His glory coming down and in that moment

Every knee shall bow, every tongue confess
That God is love and love has come for us all
Every heart set free, every one will see
That God is love and love has come for us all

For anybody who has ever lost a loved one
And you feel like you had to let go too soon
I know it hurts to say goodbye
But don't you know it's just a matter of time till the tears are gonna end
You'll see them once again and in that moment

Every knee shall bow, every tongue confess
That God is love and love has come for us all
Every heart set free, every one will see
That God is love and love has come for us all

Oh, and on that day we will stand amazed
At our Savior, God and King
Just to see the face of amazing grace
As our hearts rise up and sing

Glory, glory, hallelujah
Thank You for the cross
Singing glory, glory, hallelujah
Christ has paid the cost

Glory, glory, hallelujah
Thank You for the cross
Singing glory, glory
Christ has paid the cost

And every knee shall bow, every tongue confess
That God is love and love has come for us all
Every heart set free, every one will see
That God is love and love has come for us all

Love has come for us all
Love has come for us all

And every knee shall bow, every tongue confess
God is love and love has come for us all
Every heart set free, every one will see
God is love and love has come for us all

Every knee shall bow, every tongue confess
God is love and love has come for us all
Every heart set free, every one will see
God is love and love has come for us all

His eye is on the sparrow

I am so happy with my garden!!  In just one year of transplanting, tendering, weeding and thinning I have all I could ask for in just one year !!

 

What are they? Nasturtiums, lilies of the valley, lilacs, jonquils, daffodils, columbines, jack-in-the-pulpit (I transferred one bulb from the woods last spring and now have 4!), forget-me-nots, tulips, wood violets, wild geraniums, robins eggs, finches at the feeder, African daisy, pansies, bachelor buttons, alliums, irises...all in my garden.

 

The rain feeds my beautiful friends at night and the sunshine's gloriously on them during the day.

It seems as if each night the maple thrusts out bigger foliage to bring shade and hiding spaces for the new baby robins to feed and grow.

I sing because I’m happy,
I sing because I’m free,
For His eye is on the sparrow,
And I know He watches me.

I hold on to the promise . . .

. . .  there is a reason

 

. . .  the night cannot keep me

from grace nor hope 

Let Me Be

Lord, You are the maker of my heart
the framer and reshaper of my soul
Master and creator, healer and sustainer
I will put my trust in You alone

 

Teach me to be faithful to confess
in this way my spirit will be blessed
though my sins are daily, You have love me greatly
removing them as far as east from west

 

Let me be open, let me be humble
let me find the joy of my salvation in your cross
let me be broken whenever I stumble
let me remember the great mercy of my God

 

And give me the full measure of Your grace
as it is reflected in the Word
faith and reassurance, mercy and endurance
carry these to those who haven't heard

 

So let me be open, let me be humble
let me find the joy of my salvation in Your cross
let me be broken whenever I stumble
let me remember the great mercy of my God

 

All I have needed is laid at Your table
all my achievements, I lay at your feet
alive in your spirit, I'm willing and able
You make my joy complete

 

Let me be open, let me be humble
let me find the joy of my salvation in Your cross
let me be broken whenever I stumble
let me remember the great mercy

 

make my joy complete

 

 Caedmons Call : Let Me Be                ~~Senseman, Aaron

Caedmon's Call: Before There Was Time (with lyrics)

Caedmon's Call - There Is A Reason

Caedmon's Call - The Emptiest Day