I am a woman whose heart yearns for realness. Realness for myself, but also realness for women around me, for I know with realness comes freedom! I long for greater confidence in Christ and hope to inspire those I come into contact with to feel the same. This is a blog about my journey to transform into something more beautiful, something more real, like a butterfly. These are ponderings from a willing heart.

Sunday, August 7, 2011

Hugs from the Lord

      In the wake of so much heartache surrounding friends in my life now I ran across this exerpt from Beth Moore.  My heart mourns for life lost without being known, but I know the Lord is there loving them gently, embracing them and whispering words of comfort to their hearts. 
      Lord, be close to these grieving families tonight.  Rock them gently in Your arms and give them rest. 


Love me gently, Lord
I'm hurting now
I've lived to see Your sovereignty
You've taught my knees to bow
I've caught glimpses of Your glory
I've seen Your righteous ways
But not right now I need You, Father,
Just to face another day

You have promised not to always be
Exactly what I please
But you give me sweet assurance
You're exactly what I need
I need a gently Father
And the lullaby He sings
"Let Me tuck you safely
Underneath My healing wings"

Love me gently, Lord
I'm hurting now
You said, "Take Your cross and follow Me"
I beg, please show me how
To celebrate my weakness
That in You I might be strong
When desperation grips my soul
A moment seems too long

Oh, God, what noble plans I had
To do this whole thing right
Now I fall before You wounded
And I've lost the will to fight
There are soldiers all around me
They're depending on me, too
I fear I've nothing left to give
So, again I ask, Can You?

I'll love you gently, He says,
I know you're hurting now
You've oft revered my sovereignty
Your knees have dropped to bow
If you could only see things
From My throne's clear point of view
You'd see glimpses of My glory
Are fast at work in you

I'll love you gently
Let me soothe your hurting now
I've said, Pick up and follow-
I'll do more than show you how
I'll turn this Throne of brilliance
Into a rocking chair
Crawl aboard, My precious child,
And I will rock you there

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