versical's blog

              

                Your world is confusing
                It pulls left and right
                You'd love to be guided
                By faith, not by sight
                Reality tells you
                Your chances are slim
                The choice is quite simple
                Are you trusting in Him.

                For He has the answers
                To all of your fear
                The quicker you choose Him
                Then He will draw near
                To guide round the potholes
                That hamper your quest
                Be led by The Saviour
                Who knows your path best.
               

                  

                After all the Lord has done
                Doubt still reigns supreme
                As we go about our day
                Our faith is just a gleam
                Maybe we just can't believe
                His death defeated all
                Past and present, future too
                Has been accounted for.

                He rose again to give us life
                That He would live through us
                So with the power that we contain
                Why do we still not trust
                We cannot do the things we ought
                Without His guiding hand
                Be gone all apathy and fear
                Come under His command.   

                

            You came, You saw, You conquered me
            I fell beneath Your spell
            Cause little did I realise
            That I was bound for hell
            I thought that I was doing fine
            My worldly walk was cool
            But rather than a clever dude
            I was a blinded fool.

            The devil was my landlord
            Directing all my ways
            he had the perfect plan for me
            With him my future lay
            Thankfully I heard the knock
            I let my Saviour in
            The best decision I have made
            Has set me free from sin.   

              

                Take me as I am, my friend
                Cos what you see, you get
                Although I've travelled many years
                I haven't got there yet
                Plodding on relentlessly
                Believing  in The Son
                Who said He brings completion
                To the work that He's begun.

                Though, at times, it's really hard
                I trudge on through the sand
                And reach the odd oasis
                Where my journey gets a hand
                All in all, the benefits
                They far outweigh the cons
                Cos I am going to heaven
                Where my sight is set upon.

               
       

                      

                Everybody thinks it's great   
                To go to church each week
                Meeting with the family
                The atmosphere's unique
                Gives a boost to flagging souls
                A chance to be renewed
                What a wondrous, awesome place
                To have your sins removed.

                But whilst we're getting sorted out
                What do we give The Lord
                Preoccupation with ourselves
                Means we can ill afford
                To spare a moment of our time
                And cast our minds on Him
                Who gave His Son to set us free
                From circumstances grim.

                So when we go to church each week
                Remember, it's to give
                To praise and magnify our God
                For whom we're meant to live
                Forget the trials of this life
                Just concentrate your all
                Upon The One who has a plan
                Please listen for His call.   

              

            Thinking back to days gone past
            I wonder how I coped
            It wasn't how it should have been
            Not nearly what I'd hoped
            The template was defective
            Not blaming anyone
            For they were raised in stricken times
            They passed them to their son.

            Everyone is similar
            Their childhood formed their lives
            Some were lucky, some were not
            But what was then arrives
            To drive our thoughts and instincts
            To damage and deform
            Thank God that we have Jesus
            To help us through the storm.
           

                  

            You look upon your circumstance
            And shudder at the sight
            You cannot see an answer
            To the volume of your plight
            Optically, you see with eyes
            That stare upon a world
            Rejoicing at the spiral
            Into which you have been hurled.

            There is hope, but only if
            Your faith comes into play
            By handing it to Jesus
            There is bound to be a way
            To rise up from the ashes
            Of a life you tried to own
            Not by sight but faith, He says
            Will conquer the unknown.

                   

                Where is Jesus in your car
                Is He in the driving seat
                Or is He sat in the back
                Going where you think is neat
                Do you blast Him with your sounds
                Raging from your stereo
                Drowning out His quiet voice
                Travelling where you want to go.

                Surely, when you asked Him in
                He was given your controls
                Brand new engine gave you power
                To achieve His perfect goals
                You can veer off of the road
                If you do not let Him steer
                He's the satnav, never fails
                Let Him put you into gear.

                 

                Climbing up the wall of life
                They keep on adding blocks
                You never reach the very top
                There's lead inside your socks
                Might as well accept the fact
                You're on a greasy pole
                Be content with who you are
                Before life takes it's toll.

                To be a humble, contrite soul
                Is no mark of a wimp
                To have the heart of Jesus
                Means you never have to limp
                You can be a power base
                In weakness you'll be strong
                Just try your best to be yourself
                And then you can't go wrong.
 

                  

                Are you free, like the birds of the air
                Do you just glide through this life
                When all the stresses and strains come along
                Do you let Him have your strife
                Knowing The Lord is in charge of your life
                Means that we're safe in His care
                Just like insurance we're covered for all
                The pitfalls awaiting out there.

                How do you get to this wonderful state
                Where you give Him all of your trust
                Do you flicker on and off
                Only use Him when you must
                He has proved beyond all doubt
                How much is His love for us
                Go on, let Him have your all
                Come, do not make a fuss.