There’s always a second chance.
I believe in God who forgive sinners.
And yes we are all sinners.
That’s the very
message; Jesus came at just the right time,
while we were yet
sinners He died for us.
O Lord I still don’t know which way to turn.
Guard my heart, illuminate my sight.
I don’t want to judge anyone
but I don’t want to lose discernment.
You are now telling me to forgive so I can move on.
And I know it is for my good.
Silence the voices of unforgiving heart in me.
Don’t allow to be deceived by my own folly.
You alone know the truth. You are the truth.
I’ll be naturally judged by others
for they naturally judged you.
many times I’ve planted judgement against them
and now I’m earning the same.
Though I never said a thing
Still, they evaluate me as most wicked. Why?
Why it has to go
that way?
Why must I console with the world’s bitterness?
Must not I move on from such waste?
Must not I be cleansed from such decay?
Yes I will. freedom is ours through Christ.
Rescue us again as it was before.
Come and lift us up.
From where will we seek help?
who will give us comfort?
If losing in the world is winning in your sight,
then let this life be as it is, but I have you.
I have you O God as my strength,
I have you as my
inheritance.
Can luxury sustain my peace?
Does zealous comparison ease my longing?
No, none of them will, It’s all nonsense,
one day of total idle resolving the past,
one day of talking without speaking,
it’s all waste to cultivate bitterness,
life that is hopeless.
But the counsel of God squeezes out my hate,
Yes they are progressive and needs to be done.
The advice of the Lord pushes me to move on.
Sometimes, I respond,
Many times I ignore.
But the very word I refused,
is the very medicine that could heal me.
O what a tragic life it is for those
who won’t humble down before God.
I want to find a short cut to take that medicine,
but the more I ignore His counsel,
the more I destroy myself.
But still next morning,
the sun rises again,
still I have a chance to make,
still my heart is trying to take it in.
the Lord is God
His patience can not be calculated
His understanding exceeds human comprehension.
When His presence hovers,
our darkness is exposed,
our thoughts recognize the Maker,
our body trembles in anxiety.
Come visit us again,
unworthy, lowly, fragile, weak as we are
There is always a release to meditate on You
A sudden deliverance from earthly turmoil
We’ll wait on You O God
Again on you we’ll hope
Again on you we’ll be still
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