God's Unchanging GraceDid you wake up early
To see the morning light
Eager to jump out of bed
And see the new day bright?
Or did you at the mid-day tire
As rushing hours race
Before the dusk shuts down the day
And sunset takes its place
.
Then as darkness gently comes
Will your eyes begin to trace
Wondering at the silent stars
And God’s unchanging grace?
God's Unchanging Grace by Peter Caligiuri
copyright 2020 all rights reserved
From the rising of the sun unto the going down of the same the Lord’s name is to be praised. Psalm 113:3 KJV
Sometimes advice is tough to take because what is being suggested seems really hard (or even impossible) to do. So when Barbara of My Life in Our Father’s World asked if I couldn’t write music for a poem I posted last week I thanked her for the idea but inwardly just shrugged it off. But somehow I knew my impulse was wrong on a number of levels so I began to pray and ask God if He had something more in mind than I did…(Dumb question!) You see the real issue was that the reality behind the words to this poem, now turned song, is a very painful one. I had been in five different places in three different states by the time first grade came along. My younger sister and I moved so often that it was hard to remember our phone number (No cell phones back then). But all through the avalanche of changes, God was watching and waiting for me to find in Him the home that He had prepared. And though the scars of that time remain, I can truthfully say how glad I am to know Jesus in a unique way because of that journey. I pray you will be blessed as you listen. For anyone struggling with some of those same issues I pray that you truly find that home Jesus promised when He said.
And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and will take you to myself, that where I am you may be also. John 14:3 ESV
A Place To Call a Home
I've been so many places as we moved from town to town
So many different addresses
I can hardly write them down
And sometimes wondered what it's like
To call one spot a home
Turning neighbor into friends
With whom we've played and fought and grown
But home is not just where we sleep
Or know the names of streets
Or even just a steeple where
We've gone for Sunday meets
But going where the Shepherd calls
And leads us on the way
It's lying down and waking up
With God at peace today
A Place to Call a Home
by Peter Caligiuri
Copyright 2021 all rights reserved
Use by permission only
How precious also are thy thoughts unto me, O God! how great is the sum of them!
If I should count them, they are more in number than the sand: when I awake, I am still with thee. Psalm 139:17-18 KJV
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