Poems

The Desperate WomanIs not like othersShe’s desperate for God, not manThe secrets she holds, of the glory of God hidden in her heartFrom which she will never departShe appears like […]

Can you see these nails in my hands?These are my reminders of a love so grandThese are the nails that Jesus boreWhen He hung and died for meThese are His

Although things are not perfect Because of trial or painContinue in thanksgiving Do not begin to blame  Even when the times are hardFierce winds are bound to blowGod is forever able  Hold on to

If it please the King I’ll approach Your throne If it please the King You can call me Your own If it please the King I’ll kneel down before Thee

Jesus wants to know just two things,Do you trust me?Do you love Me?We start out with a most certain, ” Yes!”And then the billows rollWe get tossed to and froCrashing

I find that confusion and fear Can only exist when I fail to remember that I am His.I cannotI know notWithout HimSo trust Him I mustAnd love Him I mustFor

Who am I?What do I know?Nothing, nothingAll I am is HisAll I have is HisAll belongs to HimI’m just a steward for a season To do His will, not mineAnd

Lord, you are my FortalezaLord, you are my FortalezaLord, you are my FortalezaMy Fortaleza is what you areLord, You are my FortalezaYes, You are my FortalezaMay the walls that separate