A Hand Along the Journey: Poems for the King from One Pilgrim to Another

This was written the spring after our first miscarriage, and my uncle's departure from this world to heaven, which happened on Christmas Eve and Christmas of 2013. I pray the poem will be a blessing to those who may be grieving or going through difficult times today. Jesus is faithful. Nahum 1:7 Sometimes You're silent, and I don't know why; Sometimes are hard times, and I just want to cry. Sometimes my questions seem never to end; Sometimes I wonder if You're really my Friend. Sometimes I wonder if I really know You; Sometimes I wonder why You do what You do. Sometimes the hurt and the worry just stay; Sometimes I'm not sure the right words to pray. Sometimes it seems like the days are all bad; Sometimes it seems life will only be sad. Sometimes I'm scared to simply trust You When so many unknowns block the path's view. But this I do know: You are greater than "fate," And I can trust You though the answers must wait. My mind wa...

But we have this treasure in earthen vessels, that the excellency of the power may be of God, and not of us. II Corinthians 4:7 I'm just a clay pot, Lord; enable me now To let Your light shine through my life, for how I need Your strength hour by hour, Your wisdom and love and unstoppable power! Old habits and sin and ugly decay Would hold me back throughout the day, But I long to attain and I cannot forget What You've called me to, so I press on yet. It's worth the fight to do what's right, So illumine my life with the glow of Your light. That my family may see only Jesus in me, In the details of days let Your Spirit work free. Fill my thoughts and words with praises of You; In actions and reactions please shine through. Make kindness and cleanliness rules of the day, As this clay pot You use to show others Your way.

"Strength and dignity are her clothing, and she smiles at the future." Proverbs 31:25 "She smiles at the future." Her heart is unafraid, for she is trusting in the LORD; On Him her mind is stayed. At what may be she does not stare; On Jesus is her gaze. And so tomorrow does not scare She who knows Ancient of Days. Dear Father, give this peace to me, For worries now loom large. Yet grace is my reality: You're Lord; I'm in Your charge. I trust You with the great unknown Of all that lies ahead. I lay my cares before Your throne, For by Your hand I'm led.

"And when I saw Him, I fell at His feet..." Rev. 1:17 Sandals for the feet Of heaven's Sovereign King, Who traveled dusty roads For me God's truth to bring. Perfume for the feet Of Messiah, Jesus Christ: A gift from one who worshipped, May my heart be His likewise. Nails pounded in the feet Of the perfect Lamb of God; His death and resurrection Wrought my justification. Like fine brass those feet in heaven Are back home on streets of gold, And I sing of full salvation, The greatest story ever told. A crown at Jesus' feet One day I hope to place, And there I'll stay forever Adoring Jesus, face to face.