Where Rivers Run (Galatians)

Where rivers run the trees will flourish free,
But in a desert land they cease to be.
And men of flesh are like that withered land,
Who live as corpses without faith to stand.
They are the highest source that they invoke;
They’re deaf to all the words that Jesus spoke.
The Holy Spirit is our water source;
He makes us holy – He is grace enforced.
His power pollinates the fruits of faith,
His intercession shows us how to pray,
He opens up our ears to hear God’s voice,
To turn our desert to a garden choice.
Sow to the Spirit works that you were told,
And He will make them grow a hundred fold.

The Greatest Danger (Acts 4)

The greatest danger to our life of prayer,
Is finding comfort and complacency.
It’s easier to act like you don’t care,
Then face the scoffing bullies fearlessly.
Yet when we wade into the war of faith,
And take our stand proclaiming Jesus Christ,
Be certain we will suffer grief and pain.
The world will ostracize us through this life.
Yet when our persecution presses hard,
We’re forced to see our insufficiency.
Then we will turn to Jesus as our guard,
To fight for us and give us energy.
Let troubles turn you to the Lord we claim,
And in His power let us preach His name.

The Prayer of Joseph, Son of David

O Lord my God, who ever guided me,
Anoint my eyes that I might clearly see.
What is this horrid news which I have heard?
Then has another man made love to her?
For I would disbelieve it if I could,
For she seemed always godly, sure, and good.
And yet the child in her makes it clear,
That she has never really held me dear.
Was all her love and purity a show?
O Holy Father, only You would know.
I look to you for guidance in my mind;
What must I do with her who once was mine?
Perhaps — for her — I never was enough.
I could not make her happy, or feel loved.
So was I always insufficient then,
That to avoid me she would turn to sin?
Yet somehow, I yet love her through it all,
And would not wish to see, or cause, her fall.
If thus without me she is better pleased,
It is enough! I am content to leave.
I only pray her other lover will,
Bring her the joy that I could not instill.
So I forgive her as I set her free
God, surely this is what you’d have of me.

“Fear not, Joseph, for that babe is me.
And you who called me “Father” soon will be,
My earthly father. Rise, and take your bride!
And name the child Jesus. He will be the Christ.”