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.

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Written Into Stone

The Law, though written into stone,
Could not be etched in our stone hearts.
And so the Lord made His law flesh,
When Christ embodied righteousness.
His heart of flesh He now imparts,
His law within the ones He owns.

And though the Father knows all things,
And though His Law makes our sins bare,
Yet He does not remember them.
The Law in us does not condemn,
Its nearness births in us a share,
As heirs to the Eternal King.

Changed (Psalm 139:23-24)

Look not upon my neighbor’s faults,
But turn Your eye on me,
Compare me not with other’s deeds,
But with Your purity,
And judge me not by earthly laws,
But by the heavenly,
Else I would never change.

Oh, search my heart, O Lord, my God,
And show me what I am,
My very grievous self reveal;
All my distorted man,
My sins and failing all laid bare,
My straying from Your plan,
That knowing, I may change.

Lord, lead me in Your perfect way,
And make me ever pure.
Lord, heal the wounds which You reveal,
That You alone endure.
So I may better be Your word,
And show the world I’m Yours,
Since even I am changed.