On Eagles’ Wings
On eagles’ wings He brought me there,
Now I must breathe much different air.
Far below the sheep content,
His higher way my heart’s intent.
Forsaking all that I have known,
My gaze is fixed on Him alone.
I do not care what man may say,
For I must walk this higher way!
January 28, 1996
Glimpses of Glory
Glimpses of glory burst into view —
Surprising, delightful visions of You.
Where may we find You? Where do You dwell?
“I live with the humble; the contrite as well.
I’ll show you My glory as you walk My way —
In lowly submission, do all that I say.
If you put your knowledge and pride on the shelf,
Take up My cross and crucify self,
Glimpses of glory will be your reward —
You’ll know Me as King; you’ll know Me as Lord.”
–February 10, 1998
God called me Jacob early one day.
Oh, don’t call me Jacob I
Surely there’s a name I could accept
Better than Jacob; that makes me upset!
Call me firstborn, I cried
from my innermost parts;
I could serve You as leader,
I’m quick and I’m smart,
But God called me Jacob as
right from the start.
Call me blessed, for then I
know I could bless
Others around me; don’t let me be less.
“Jacob is cunning, surely, and proud;
Your name is still Jacob,” God said out loud.
Call me delivered, responded my soul;
Perhaps You’ll remove all that is foul.
“Yes, you are Jacob,” my Father declared,
“And much of your personality
All caught in traps, I know
Call me restored, Father,
please for my sake move.
“In all this you’re Jacob,”
God did respond,
“And each cry of your heart,
I’ll meet without bound.
For Jacob I love you as I look
at your heart,
And behold great beauty not
there at the start.
You’ll no longer be Jacob,” my
Lord did explain;
“Israel now is a much better name.
You’ve learned your lessons,
Well you’ve been taught;
Older and wiser, more humbly
I’ll trust you to share
In all that I do,
And in this day, My church
Will honor you, too.”
March 31, 1994
Close to Thee
Tho far away your face may be;
In prayer, He’ll keep me close to thee.
I’ll walk with you and hold your hand
As friend to friend, I’ll understand.
The road you walk, I travel, too.
You’re not alone; I’m still with you.
If it should be our Lord should call
And I’d go home — forsaking all,
Yet, still among the clouds . . . you’d see!
In prayer, He’d keep me close to thee!
June 19, 1996