Author: Kenneth

Filling the Heart and Mind

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Christ so fills my heart and mind
It’s where I want to be
To leave the hardened world behind
For Christ, His face to see!

So capture all my heart and soul
With love that fills my eyes
For when the Living Word I hold
My faith in full does rise!

And help me when I drift away
Through waves of toil and care
To hold the anchor in the sway
My hope in storm to bear!

Never let my heart grow cold
Nor hardness subtlety creep
But make my faith become more bold
My heart and mind, please keep!

Christ abounds in love and grace,
My shortfall it is lost!
He overcomes my sin, no trace!
Into deep sea, it’s tossed!

By Lisa Lawlor

Lisa is a member of my Facebook group “Christian music, devotions & poems. She has very kindly allowed me to put music to her lyric’s where or when I can. The song I found for the above lyric’s is called “O Disclose thy lovely face”.

Facing Forward

Flower Roberts's avatarSeizure Mama and Rose

There have been many lessons from epilepsy for my family. One of them is to keep facing forward.

Our past is too heavy to carry with us, so we learn to leave it as much as possible.

Rose seems to be carrying too much right now. There are unresolved events that haunt her. I get this. I am afraid for her. She cares too much about issues and people.

Do not judge me by these words. I am this way, too. My heart has been too open, so I avoid situations that might steal it. This is not selfish. Only other highly sensitive people get this. We must guard our psyches by isolating ourselves. If you do not understand this, then you cannot understand this.

Rose is in a sandwich between a sad past and an uncertain future. The level of uncertainty she lives with is over-the-roof compared to many…

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Thankyou for the Cross

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Thank You, for the cross I bear

This yoke, I bend beneath;

The Master’s bond, I gladly share,

So with Him, I may be.

The Carpenter, has fitted me,

The steely yoke, exchanged;

In it’s place, the yoke of ease,

In sharing with His pain.

Though heavy, it may seem to all,

To share His crux akin;

The weight more true, of higher toll:

The yoke of death and sin.

So gladly do I let Him break,

The weight that had me blind;

And with Him, bend and shoulder take,

His yoke, now by His side.

And so His joy, so fills my soul,

And love binds me to bear,

This burdened joy, with zeal to hold,

In Christ’s love, do I share.

By Lisa Lawlor