Future Songs

A couple of poems that I hope to one day turn into songs.

(Untitiled)

I believe Your mind exceeds all of man's wisdom,
Your power is greater than I can see or ever know.
Your ways are higher than the sum of all our knowledge,
You comprehend each minute act on earth below.

Your light goes forth to break the power of darkness,
Your love extends to the foolish and the wise.
Your compassions are new every morning,
You do not sleep, You never change, and cannot lie.

You are God, the Holy, Sovereign King eternal.
You give grace to the humble and strength to the weak.
You are greater than our finite minds can fathom,
Yet You reveal Yourself to all who seek.




When I Wake


When I wake with the morning,
There's a longing in my soul that will not cease,
When I wake in the quiet
Of the night, my heart cries out for peace.
When I rise to meet the new day,
I'm reminded that Your mercies never cease
But still I'm longing, still I'm aching
For the day when Your work in me is complete...

When I wake in Your likeness
And every remnant of my sin is washed away,
When I wake in Your likeness,
When my soul rests and I behold Your face.
When I wake in Your likeness
Earth's shadow dims as Heaven's glory fills my eyes.
When I wake in Your likeness
Cleansed and clothed in the righteousness of Christ.


- Copyright Heidi Robbins 2011

Dust of Earth and Breath of God

Dust of earth and breath of God.
Ingredients of a man which,
In the soul of the redeemed,
Cause the greatest
Disharmony.
Temporal fighting divine;
Wickedness opposing good.
Ingredients set in opposition
'Til the day the two are ripped apart,
And the divine is left in anticipation
Of the day when the dust itself
Will be made
Holy.

Two Thoughts

Tonight I simply want to share with you the thoughts found in two poems written by Amy Carmichael, a passionate woman who served the Lord in India for most of her life. May these words cause us to pause and consider the truth...and may the prayer of our hearts be the same.

Come, Lord Jesus

Because of little children soiled,
And disinherited, despoiled,

Because of hurt things, feathered, furred,
Tormented beast, imprisoned bird,

Because of many-folded grief,
Beyond redress, beyond belief,

Because the word is true that saith,
The whole creation travaileth--

Of all our prayers this is the sum:
O come, Lord Jesus, come.


Make Me Thy Fuel

From prayer that asks that I may be
Sheltered from winds that beat on Thee,
From fearing when I should aspire,
From faltering when I should climb higher,
From silken self, O Captain, free
Thy soldier who would follow Thee.

From subtle love of softening things,
From easy choices, weakenings,
Not thus are spirits fortified,
Not this way went the Crucified,
From all that dims Thy Calvary,
O Lamb of God, deliver me.

Give me the love that leads the way,
The faith that nothing can dismay,
The hope no disappointements tire,
The passion that will burn like fire,
Let me not sink to be a clod:
Make me Thy fuel, Flame of God.

The Potter

A couple of weeks ago a friend encouraged me through the gentle reminder that, like a Potter, my Savior is fashioning me and His strong hands will never let me go. I was touched and inspired by that reminder, and through that inspiration came this...maybe one day I will turn it into a song.

A weary pilgrim, tired of walking,
Is fighting to keep up the pace.
The load he carried, is not forgotten,
Yet removed by grace.
As he struggles and cries in despair,
'I just can't go on one more day'
A still small voice, pierces the silence,
And says, 'Child, I will show you the way.'

'Because my everlasting arms are around you,
And like a Potter, I am shaping your soul.
Though the darkness seems to surround you,
My light is guiding you home.
You need not fear midst the trials,
Though fears wage war in your soul.
In the valley I will not leave you,
And through brokenness I will make you whole.'

Copyright: Heidi Robbins 2009