When I Speak Your Name In Prayer

August 17, 2017
“When I Speak Your Name in Prayer”

 

I’d like to sit you down and tell you everything’s okay
And have the strength enough to pull you through another day
I’d like to help you to believe that this will be all right
And that you will not have to spend another sleepless night

I’d like to hold your hand and wipe the teardrops from your eyes
And help you just to sort things out while you question why
I’d like to try and lift the load and carry it for you
And truly help you understand just what you’re going through

I’d like to have the words to make this trouble disappear
And give you peace of mind so you won’t shed another tear
I’d like to have the magic touch to take away your pain
And help you see the blue sky just beyond this blinding rain

But sometimes what we say or do just cannot be enough
To ease another’s passage through a trail so dark and rough
There is one thing I know will help much more than I can say
And rest assured that I will do it when I kneel to pray

I will take your name before the Father as I seek His face
And ask Him to enfold you in His arms of warm embrace
There’s no one who can comfort you quite like the Father can
And surely carry you across this dark and frightening span

Although, I dearly care for you and want to help so much
I know that what you really need is in the Father’s touch
So, I will take you to the throne and leave you in His care
I know He will deliver, when I speak your name in prayer
Cathey Lynn

Alone

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August 18, 2017

Alone

(Deuteronomy 32:12).
No strange god”: Moses makes clear that God alone carried Israel through all its struggles and victories, thus depriving the people of any excuse for apostasy from the Lord by interest in false gods.

When the fire or smoke, lifted from the tabernacle and moved, the people followed. He was their God, and they were His people. There were no false gods among

“The hill was steep, but cheered along the way
By converse sweet, I mounted on the thought
That so it might be till the height was reached;
But suddenly a narrow winding path
Appeared, and then the Master said, ‘My child,
Here thou wilt safest walk with Me alone.’
I trembled, yet my heart’s deep trust replied,
‘So be it, Lord.’ He took my feeble hand
In His, accepting thus my will to yield Him
All, and to find all in Him.
One long, dark moment,
And no friend I saw, save Jesus only.
But oh! so tenderly He led me on
And up, and spoke to me such words of cheer,
Such secret whisperings of His wondrous love,
That soon I told Him all my grief and fear,
And leaned on His strong arm confidingly.
And then I found my footsteps quickened,
And light ineffable, the rugged way
Illumined, such light as only can be seen
In close companionship with God.
A little while, and we shall meet again
The loved and lost; but in the rapturous joy
Of greetings, such as here we cannot know,
And happy song, and heavenly embraces,
And tender recollections rushing back
Of pilgrim life, methinks one memory
More dear and sacred than the rest, shall rise,
And we who gather in the golden streets,
Shall oft be stirred to speak with grateful love
Of that dark day when Jesus bade us climb
Some narrow steep, leaning on Him alone.
“There is no high hill but beside some deep valley. There is no birth without a pang.”

 

I would rather walk alone on that rugged narrow path with the Lord because only he alone can hold my weak and frail body on his ever lasting arm.
Cathey Lynn