Who Am I Without You Lord?

When my feet drag and my eyes hang low. . . When my joints ache and my muscles abuse. . .
When my feet drag and my eyes hang low. . . When my joints ache and my muscles abuse. . .
This fundamental temptation is pervasive - to believe our Lord is disinterested, unresponsive or has silently done nothing; He has not intervened in the mud and malaise of my life.
Surely He took up our infirmities and carried our sorrows, yet we considered Him stricken by God, smitten by Him, and afflicted. (Isaiah 53:4) Appearances can so easily deceive.
To All Those Who Don't Meet This World's Standards: God is not bound by human reason.
Prayer is the movement of the Holy Spirit in the human heart through which God reaches out and embraces human beings.
As a body craves for sugar, so too the soul for that sweetness of understanding: Every morning the Lord's rich mercies are deeper than the oceans and wider than the skies....
The wicked despise God saying He does not matter. The proud dispute God saying He does not exist. The simple ignore God unable to exercise prudence.
Just three days ago 'DA BOSS' inched lazily past me in his white muscle car. 'DA BOSS' license plates were his megaphone.
Pressed under grief Job cried out: My life ebbs away; days of suffering grip me . . . I go about blackened by the sun . . .
"Set your hope fully on the grace that is to be given to you when Jesus Christ is revealed".