faith, love of God, kindness, generosity, spirituality
by Lucy M. Young
When my pain seems too much to bear And nobody seems to care I think of my Lord on the cross And the agony that He bore For us sinners evermore As He died on the cruel cross. As I ponder deeply on it My cross of pain eases a bit In fancy I kneel at the cross In comparison my pain is naught Lovingly following Him is my lot And I willingly take up my cross.
by Lucy M. Young
Oh, hear my prayer this rainy day And answer it, dear Lord, I pray. The cold, gray clouds and dripping skies Have hidden the sunshine from my eyes. Forgive my pessimism, Lord, Remind me of Your sacred word. I can't be gloomy if I say, "Dear Lord, I thank You for this day." "This is the day that the Lord has made." Gloom and sadness all must fade. "Let us rejoice and be glad in it." And make the most of every minute. The Lord sends rain as well as sun; His blessings fall on everyone. Let me greet each hour with a cheerful song And a smile to help the day along.
by Lucy M. Young
I asked the Lord for help because I thought I couldn't do it - That task that seemed impossible to me. Weakened by my handicap I thought 'twould be too difficult, But I called on Him and He was there beside me. He took away my pain and gave me strength beyond believing. He showed me what to do and how to do it. I know that He was with me - I could feel His loving presence - With Him beside me there was nothing to it. So now I know that with His help I can do all I need to do, And when I call for help He'll be there for me; I'll never say "I can't" again for now I know I can, And a happy, useful life is spread before me.
Dear Lord, where are You? I know You're near - You're never far away - But how I wish that I might feel Your touch Or see Your face. Where are You, Lord? I know You're near. You keep me safe from harm day after day; You hold me up when I am weak; You dry my teafrs. Why should I wonder where You are? I know - I see Your face in smiling faces all around me; I feel Your touch in the warmth of a friendly hand; Your constant love in the love of friends and family; Your strength in outstretched helping hands. Where are You, Lord? You're walking with me daily, step by step; Upholding and sustaining me through trial and tribulation. I rest secure in Your steadfast love.
by Lucy M. Young
Lord, walk with me throughout each day And hold my trembling hand; Guide every faltering footstep,Lord, Please help me understand Why pain and weakness haunt my days, And what I'm doing wrong. Grant courage, strength, humility And fill my heart with song. Lord, walk with me and be my crutch, My strength and constant guide; Forgive me, Lord, and hold me close. Let faith and hope abide Forever in my heart of hearts. Cast out all fear and woe, Hold fast my heart my mind and soul, And never let them go.
by Lucy M. Young
I need You, Lord.
Every minute of every hour of every day and night I need You.
Even if, as often happens, I forget to ask Your help,
I need You.
Without Your help I may as well give up lie down and die.
'Twould be so easy, Lord, to do just that -
No more trouble, pain or worry;
No more anger or hostility;
But that's a coward's answer,
And I want to live and love and serve -
My mind set free from doubt and fear to soar on wings
of love and faith.
I cannot stand alone.
I need You constantly,
And 'though I sometimes may forget to ask,
Lord, hold me up, don't let me fall,
And guide my every step throughout each day.
by Lucy M. Young
Father, forgive me. I'm so tired of constant pain and weakness, Trying to accept it without question, Striving to be grateful for what I'm capable of doing And wish for nothing more. But, Father, there is so much to be done And I've no strength to do it. Pain rules my life and everything I do. I want to work, I want to put my house and life in order, But pain and weakness force inaction on me. My faith is weakening. Forgive me, Father. Strengthen me. Help me to overcome the things that drag me down - Self-pity, doubt, ineptitude and anger at my lot in life. Hold me up. Help me forget myself completely and ignore my pain. Forgive my weakness and despair. Guide my faltering footsteps through this day. Eliminate my doubt, And fill my heart with gratitude for Your unfailing love.
by Lucy M. Young
I have so many treasures, Lord, I scarce know where to start to name them all. I have the wide, blue sky, the stars and moon at night, Sunrise and glowing sunset. I have the fresh, clean air to breathe, And water, pure and sweet, to quench my thirst; Cooling breezes and refreshing rain, The fragrance and the splendor of the flowers; The shade and towering beauty of the trees; The happy songs of birds; The bounty of my garden; The sweetness of the peaches in my little orchard; The comfort of a kitten purring softly on my pillow; And I have love - The love of friends and family and gentle pets; But best of all, Lord, Your eternal love which never fails. It guides, upholds and strengthens me each day. It is the greatest treasure of them all.
by Lucy M. Young
What do you do when love has gone And your life seems barren and cold, When the plans you made and the dreams you shared Your heart no longer may hold; When hope and joy have been cast aside And despair is your constant companion, When it seems there is nothing worth living for And you long for a quiet communion With someone who really can sympathize, Who can quietly understand And fill up the void where love once dwelt With the warmth of a friendly hand? Well, you hold up your head and you put on a smile And you walk with your shoulders thrown back; Just whistle a tune and before very long You'll be feeling the warmth you now lack. You'll find it, you know, if you really try - God never meant us to be sad. With a smile on your face and a song in your heart That is real, soon your heart will be glad.
by Lucy M. Young
Father, You know my dearest wish - To walk in comfort, free of the pain that holds me in its grasp. You know how much I've prayed for sweet release - At first with faith in quick deliverance, Later with hope, Hardly daring to believe I could be freed. At times I've been so angry with You, Lord. Forgive me. I've wept in my despair and tried to bargain; But now my tears are dried I am resigned - Your will be done; And if it be my lot in life to live with pain So be it, Only grant me strength to bear it with a smile, And quietly without complaint accept my cross.
Woodsmoke and Cardamom 