Honor to the Father

Praise and honor be to my heavenly Father
He is so great yet sees me never as a bother
In my storms when waves are raging high
I pray to God, my Abba, and He comes to draw nigh
When I am chastised I will later be okay
For I'll ferment and grow as I learn to pray
I yearn always to grow wise in the Lord
for surely that is all I can afford
In times of sorrow, a trial, or a test
I pray "O Lord, help me to do my very best!"
I'm not really alone when all others forsake me
For my Father holds me up to look ahead to see
He is really never far away
And He is ready to hear and tenderly say
"Come, My child, and accept this gift from Me
That I offer to all who choose freely to be"
A servant that will give their very all
To be close to God usable to be made tall
To see over the hills that we must later climb
To find rest in the land given to us over time
Just offer all and pray,"Lord, I come as I am"
To be washed pure by the blood of the Lamb
The Father is great and Him we must fear
Yet so gentle when we come humbly to volunteer
Praise, glory, and honor to the only wise king
So one day at Judgement with angels we can sing

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I now know I'm called by God but knew not the calling until God led me to Nicaragua in 2011. I am to speak life and hope with love that my heavenly Father shared with me. My deepest desires being so deep, God finally led me to another nation to make me see I needed to simplify my life. It was too busy. Simple life became my dream, so I could concentrate on God's chosen work for my life. I express my feelings in songs, poems, and journals. I realized my deepest desires are to simply please God.