poetry – "Crucified, Hidden, Seated"

Jesus will shine

Jesus will shine through me today.

Isaiah 60:1 Arise, shine, for your light has come, and the glory of the Lord shines over you.

(This is being published waaay earlier than it should be — I believe it is the beginning of a song between the Lord and myself. It may have other verses. Anyway, let Jesus shine through you today . . . )

(It is a huge challenge to myself to write something everyday that’s worth publishing!!)

copyright: K Carswell, 2020

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copyright: K Carswell, 2020

Crying out to you

We’re crying out to you, Lord.

We’re crying out to you.

It’s all we can really do.

We need your mercy,

we need your grace,

but most of all

it’s your presence that we need.

We’re crying out to you, Lord.

We’re crying out to you.

It’s all we can really do.

In your presence, we can see your face.

In your presence we can walk by grace.

In your presence, we can take a stand.

In your presence we hold out our hands

prepared to serve both You and man.

We’re crying out to you, Lord.

We’re crying out to you.

It’s all we can really do.

As High as the Prairie Sky

Lord, I needed to picture your grace

and I looked above:

Your grace is as high as the prairie sky.

Your grace is as wide as the prairie sky.

The height of God’s grace,

draws me to my knees;

The width of His grace,

draws me closer to his side.

Your grace is as high as the prairie sky;

Your grace is as wide as the prairie sky.

Sometimes I feel a little dry

and rain comes from the sky.

God’s refreshing, cooling rain,

Pouring down his grace.

Grace high as the prairie sky,

Grace wide as the prairie sky.

Thunder rolls as lightning flashes,

Storms of life occur.

Still your grace shines from above

Coming down with your great love.

Grace high as the prairie sky,

Grace wide as the prairie sky.

Grace so vast I cannot see its end

God’s grace shining freely down on me.

Grace so high is draws me to my knees;

Grace so wide, it calls me closer to His side.

Grace high as the prairie sky,

Grace wide as the prairie sky.

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Photo by Katherine Carswell