He's my man and I'm his wedded gal
He's more than a spouse, he's my pal
We got hitched and we're stayin' that way
By God's will and His will don't sway
(CHORUS)
He ain't afraid to let me wear his sweater
He ain't afraid to open up the door
He ain't afraid to promise for the better
He ain't afraid of bein' rich or poor
'Cause he's mine and I am his I know
He's the kind of man can take a blow
He ain't a brute nor a feminine guy
He'll be gentle when the storm rolls by
I don't know about you but I am a rather timid person when it comes to public relations. I get sweaty-shaky nervous when I go through the checkout line, and can barely make eye contact with the cashier. I purposefully avoid chatty cashiers, especially the chatty male cashiers.
Be brave and strong,
Have courage, walk tall.
Never give up and never back down;
Always remember the cross and the crown.
There is such a great love,
It's your gift from above.
Always share it,
Make others aware of it,
Show it, shine it, live it, find it,
Know it, define it, understand it.
Your rank is not in who you are,
But what He made you by far:
Be that, show that, and see
That He is greater than you will ever be.
Be a great man and strong.
Show Him in your work, play, and song,
Matthew 5:14-16
Ye are the light of the world. A city that is set on an hill cannot be hid.
Neither do men light a candle, and put it under a bushel, but on a candlestick; and it giveth light unto all that are in the house.
Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father which is in heaven.
I have fallen down the mountain a little ways, yet I am standing. 'Though my feet are bruised and broken and my hands are scarred and blistered I will continue to climb. By the grace of God I made it through the valley, and by His grace I will press on. He has carved out this path, and although it is rough and narrow I can still see the Light at the end. With His strength and the help of His hand I will make it to the other side of Jordan, and by His grace I will never give up. May Truth and Charity continue to march on before me. Amen.
What does it mean
To grow in the Lord,
To conform and reform,
To press towards the mark?
What is the high calling?
I feel like I'm falling,
Not able to grasp it,
Asking "Why, what if..."
Unable to rest in,
Grow in, progress in
The knowledge,
The teachings of the Word.
My faith is fleeting;
My trust is so flimsy,
Yet my heart is ready
To say "Here am I!"
I need to run, to kneel
At the cross, and feel
The love that poured down,
To see the crown
Of thorns that pressed
We're on the way to a rally to hear our freedom ring.
To protest for the truth my heart will joyfully sing.
Though truth is the minority,
My God is the majority,
This my song shall be:
"May God's freedom ring!"
Now I will stand up, give my answer to the call,
And with God to hold me up by His grace I won't fall.
Though truth is the minority,
My God is the majority,
This my song shall be:
"May God's freedom ring!"
Who gives you your song
As you go along,
Through pain and strife,
On the road of life?
What brings you joy,
When you your songs employ?
Is it grace you portray
As you go on your way?
Why do you sing
On the first morning,
Or in the new day,
As you your chords play?
Who gives you your lyrics?
Father? Son? Holy Spirit?
Did God endow you?
Tell me please, is it true?
Do not in silence progress,
The answer is yes!
For if God is your song
As you go along,
Wonderful counselor, almighty God;
Beginning and ending: creator of time.
You are the comforter and the rod;
Yet your punishment is deserved by far.
Your grace reaches farther than I imagine,
Your truth will be upheld through trials.
Though your truth threatens my life
I will remain true, by your grace I will stand.
I want to feel Your peace, know Your love,
I want to understand Your grace,
To use my life for Your glory; to save a life,
Lay down my liberty, if I need to.
When I think of the murder of babies,
I want to be the girl who
Gets chased by all the boys
And tastefully turns them down
But
That’s not how it works, is it?
I want to wear red lipstick
I want to be edgy and tattoo my collarbone
With a bird, or a rose, or a thorn
Maybe
But that’s not who I am, is it?
Organically me
I like fuzzy socks
And yoga pants
I like hugging my horse around
His big neck
I like drinking too much coffee
I like thinking about dreams
And stories
And futures
And singing out loud