The Party

I planned a pity party at my little house today

I designed the invitations and I sent them on their way

I started with our neighbor Rick and his wife and children too

But he shook his head and said no thanks I have so much to do

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So then I called my sister

In hopes she could come

But her voice mail came and told me to

Just speak after the tone

Next I thought to see my pastor so I drove down to the church

But he was at the nursing home there doing the Savior’s work

 

Last of all I went back home to see my family

Surely my own wife and kids would hear my honest plea

But she was busy binding up our child’s wounded knee

And I realized this pity party wasn’t happening for me

 

So I went into my room alone and I sulked before the Lord

“Doesn’t anybody even care?” I wept

Then I heard His gentle word

“On the day that I was crucified, my closest friends all fled

And at Pilate’s word I was beaten raw and with thorns they crowned my head.

Then between two thieves I hung on a cross

And even they both mocked my name

Until in pain one began to plead

With me to forgive his shame

 

So in the struggles you face today

When you’re feeling quite alone

If you listen you’ll hear another’s cry

You can bring before My throne

And Instead of pity you’ll find grace

And strength for every need

And a path that leads to my Father’s house

Where there’s love and joy and peace

For I Shall Again Praise Him!

Soon the last colors around here will be the blue of the sky and the gray of the bare trees. But today I had to stop the car and run out into a field to capture this bit of blue and green with just a few dabs of the creator’s paintbrush left on our mountains.

Ahead lie months of slush covered roads, gray snow clouds and chilly winds. As if to say, we will be back in full leaf and beautiful again next season, the trees wave good-bye. Maybe King David was feeling down and a little sorry for himself on the day he left us these words. But just as He was headed on that downward spiral of despair and depression he caught a vision of what praise was still to be! For I shall again praise Him!

Why are you cast down, O my soul,
    and why are you in turmoil within me?
Hope in God; for I shall again praise him,
    my salvation and my God  Psalm 42:11 ESV

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God is preaching His Sermon

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Day to day pours out speech, and night to night reveals knowledge. Psalm 19:2

In the storms my God shouts with a loud thunderclap

While on my windows He whispers with the gentle rain’s tap

In my mornings He speaks like the sweet robin’s song

And He calls me to action with the breaking of dawn

With each day my God gives another sermon begins

When I listen I remember He’s forgiven my sins

Then at noonday He pauses and calls me to rest

Because there’s work to be done before His sunsets