Mountain of Stones

 Tiia Monto [CC BY-SA 3.0 (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)], from Wikimedia Commons
Tiia Monto [CC BY-SA 3.0 (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)%5D, from Wikimedia Commons

The sorrow of my heart cries out to the deep

In the darkness, in the shadows, I weep

Hopeless and torn

Broken and worn

I feel my world crumbling around me

 

Tired is my mind, tired is my soul

Spiraling down into a black hole

Weariness seeps into my bones

Carried around like a mountain of stones

 

They weigh on my being

All joy fleeing

Emptiness encroaching

Hopelessness approaching

 

But in all the despair and despondence

There’s a light that breaks the night

Through the clouds of daily worry

There’s a wind blowing new air

Blasting away the thunderhead

Breaking away the smothering smog

 

The radiance of the sun lights up the valley

It chases away the shadows of anguish

It brings new life to the weariness of my soul

It soothes away the woes of my mind

 

The sun, my light

The wind, my kite

Blessing my heart

Making me soar

 

The Son, you are my light

The Lord, you are my wind

Speaking through love of those around

Toppling down the mountain of stones

And lifting up my weary bones

 

To be filled and merry

Hopeful and airy


Troubled (O Faithful Father)

O faithful Father of mine

Can You see this child thine

In the mud of a worrying heart

Keeping me far away, apart

 

O faithful Father, my heart

Is troubled with so much

My mind is clouded

My eyes shrouded

 

I know Your love is there for me

Yet I cannot seem to find peace

The thoughts of uncertainty filling my being

Making me restless and reeling

 

O faithful Father

Help me, my Lord

To bring peace to my weary mind

To trust Your faithfulness with my wary heart

 

You are my comfort

Yet I cannot find it

Not for the lack of Your promises

But the lack of my own faith

 

O Lord, my great Father

I must set my eyes to You

Trust that it is You, dear Jesus, not I

Who makes all things happen

 

For no thing is too small, dear Jesus

For no thing is too great, my Lord

For You are the Almighty and All Knowing

I lay my life at Your feet

In The Valley (Where Are You?)

I stand in the valley

On the foot of a large mountain

A steeping hill reaching to the skies

Can I ever crest the top?

 

I look up from the valley

At the treacherous footholds

The wall that shoots upwards

What path can I possibly take?

 

I start out from the valley

Where I struggle to find Your presence

Where I look to the vast rise and think

Is this to be my purgatory?

 

The valley is dark and heavy around me

The road in front is full of trials

Air of the valley is stale and musty

I feel my Enemy lurking here

Dangerous and deadly

 

Where are You

When I stand here in the night

Where the shadow of death creeps

And I am chilled and unable to see?

 

Where are You

Here in my lowest place

Where is Your light, Your warmth?

 

I seek You

But cannot find You

Were Your words for naught

Your promise to me empty?

 

Can You hear my call

In my vast emptiness

This valley deep as the pit of my black soul?

 

I see a small light

The answer to my prayer

It shows me a pathway

Is this to be my road to You?

 

What have You given me!

 

A small trail

Fraught with danger

With ravines on both sides

Free to the the whirling wind

And open to fall

 

You come to me

And calm me

With the words of Your promise:

“It is I who goes before you.

I will be with you;

I will not leave you or forsake you.

Do not fear or be dismayed.

Be strong and courageous.

Do not be anxious about anything,

but in everything by prayer and supplication

with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to me.

And the peace of the Father,

which surpasses all understanding,

will guard your hearts and your minds in my name.

And behold,

I am with you always,

to the end of the age.”

 

So, I start out from the valley

Down the narrow trail

Up the wall shooting to the skies

From the foot of the large mountain

 

This is my life!

 

I will not fear the storms that come

The whirling winds that may throw me into the ravines

I will not fear the darkness

For You will light my path

I will trust You

And You will keep me safe

Servant (Return to be Redeemed)

From the east I summon a bird of prey;

from a far-off land,

a man to fulfil my purpose.

What I have said,

that I will bring about;

what I have planned,

that I will do.

Listen to me,

you stubborn-hearted,

you who are now far from my righteousness.

See,

my servant will act wisely;

he will be raised

and lifted up

and highly exalted.

I will place on his shoulder

the key to the house of David;

what he opens no one can shut,

and what he shuts no one can open.

He said,

“Listen to me, Jacob!

Israel, whom I have called:

I am he;

I am the first and I am the last.

I offered my back to those who beat me,

my cheeks to those who pulled out my beard;

I did not hide my face from mocking and spitting.

Because the Sovereign LORD helps me,

I will not be disgraced.

Therefore have I set my face like flint,

and I know I will not be put to shame.

This is what the LORD says to me:

‘I will remain quiet

and will look on from my dwelling place,

like shimmering heat in the sunshine,

like a cloud of dew in the heat of harvest.

Although you have been forsaken and hated,

with no one travelling through,

I will make you the everlasting pride

and the joy of all generations.

I have swept away your offences like a cloud,

your sins like the morning mist.

Return to me,

for I have redeemed you.’ “

Quote of the Day: Rejoice! Let Your Gentleness Be Evident

Let your gentleness be evident to all. The Lord is near. Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things. Whatever you have learned or received or heard from me, or seen in me—put it into practice. And the God of peace will be with you. Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again: Rejoice!

— Philippians 4:4-9

The Day Is Coming

Land of mountains and valleys

Land that drinks rain from heaven

Valleys neither planted or plowed

Filled with pools of water

 

Glorious beauty

Set on the head of a fertile valley

Yet a fading flower

Pride of Ephraim’s drunkards

Pride of those laid low by wine

 

The soil in that valley is sweet to them

Everyone follows after them

A countless throng goes before them

 

Why do yo boast of your valleys

Boast of your valleys so fruitful?

Unfaithful Daughter

You trust in your riches and say

“Who will attack me?”

 

Woe to the wreath!

You shall see neither wind nor rain

The destroyer will come against every town

The valley will be ruined

The plateau destroyed

 

All abundance will be pecked out by ravens of the valley

Every valley will be raised up

Every mountain and hill made low

The day is coming

  

It will be called the Valley of Slaugther

I will spread your flesh on the mountains

Fill the valley with your remains

Great many bones on the floor of the valley

Bones that are very dry

 

The day is coming

 

Multitudes!

Multitudes in the valley of decision!

For the day of the Lord is near

In the valley of decision

 

The day is coming

 

Every valley shall be filled in

Every mountain and hill made low

The crooked roads shall become straight

The rough ways smooth

 

The day is coming

 

In that day

The mountains will drip new wine

The hills will flow with milk

All the ravines will run with water

A fountain will flow

Out of the Lord’s house

The meadows will be covered with flocks

The valleys will be mantled with grain

They will shout for joy and sing

 

The day is coming

Quote of the Day: Believe and Receive

As it is written: “I have made you a father of many nations.” He is our father in the sight of God, in whom he believed—the God who gives life to the dead and calls into being things that were not.

— Romans 4:17 NIV

Therefore I tell you, whatever you ask for in prayer, believe that you have received it, and it will be yours.

— Mark 11:24 NIV

Dear Ship at Sea

Dear Ship at Sea

Don’t keel over now

Don’t keel over

You are not such a mistake

Like Titanic on a northern winter night

 

Dear Ship at Sea

You are my safe haven

A troubled danger home

My banana

My mental trip to far lands

 

Dear Ship at Sea

The road of the Hazel Grouse village

Will take me nowhere

Like you do

 

Dear Ship at Sea

I hoped we wouldn’t be apart

But you move leagues onwards

Leagues more away from me

Mother’s Last Song (Pity)

 

Here she lie in pain and wait

Looking at the sores on her lap

There her tears fall to sleep

On the bosom different and bare

 

Look how her eyes are sad

Filled with sorrow for death

It has parted her

And stabbed her like a sword

 

On her pedestal

Eternally

She will lie in wait

 

For the one she gave life and breath

Is now gone away

 

She remembers the angel choir

Singing of happiness

A king was born

But kings must rest

For they rest naught in life

But in the Lord’s gracious everlasting sight

 

This is a mother’s last song

To her first child in death and birth

But this is no comforting lullaby

This is the lamentation

For the last of the greatest kings