How You Move...

Oh Lord, I walk in to find You.
Oh Lord, I hear Your praises ring.
Oh Lord, I see You move so eloquently.
Oh Lord, how You move.

Oh Lord, How I long to be with You.
Oh Lord, How I desire to dance with You.
Oh Lord, How I long to be in Your presence.
Oh Lord, how You move.

Oh Lord, You guide each step.
Oh Lord, You protect me in each move.
Oh Lord, You focus on me.
Oh Lord, how You move.

Oh Lord, I got out of step.
Oh Lord, I began to try to lead.
Oh Lord, I am sorry.
Oh Lord, how You move.

Oh Lord, take the lead again.
Oh Lord, take me into Your shadow.
Oh Lord, take the hurt and fill it with the light of Your love.
Oh Lord, how You move.

Oh Lord, Your rhythm is so hard to master.
Oh Lord, Your movements are so graceful.
Oh Lord, Your steps are so ordered.
Oh Lord, how You move.

Oh Lord, You are my Great Teacher!
Oh Lord, You are my Leader!
Oh Lord, You are my Lover!
Oh Lord, how You move.

America

Poem sent to me through email! Interesting and true!

The following is a poem written by Judge Roy Moore from Alabama . Judge Moore
was sued by the ACLU for displaying the Ten Commandments in his courtroom
foyer. He has been stripped of his judgeship and now they are trying to strip
his right to practice law in Alabama ! The judge's poem sums it up quite well.



America the beautiful,
or so you used to be.
Land of the Pilgrims' pride;
I'm glad they'll never see.

Babies piled in dumpsters,
Abortion on demand,
Oh, sweet land of liberty;
your house is on the sand.

Our children wander aimlessly
poisoned by cocaine
choosing to indulge their lusts,
when God has said abstain

From sea to shining sea,
our Nation turns a way
From the teaching of God's love
and a need to always pray

We've kept God in our temples,
how callous we have grown.
When earth is but His footstool,
and Heaven is His throne.

We've voted in a government
that's rotting at the core,
Appointing Godless Judges;
who throw reason out the door,

Too soft to place a killer
in a well deserved tomb,
But brave enough to kill a baby
before he leaves the womb.

You think that God 's not angry,
that our land's a moral slum?
How much longer will He wait
before His judgment comes?

How are we to face our God,
from Whom we cannot hide?
What then is left for us to do,
but stem this evil tide?

If we who are His children,
will humbly turn and pray;
Seek His holy face
and mend our evil way:

Then God will hear from Heaven;
and forgive us of our sins,
He'll heal our sickly land
and those who live within.

But, America the Beautiful,
If you don't - then you will see,
A sad but Holy God
withdraw His hand from Thee.

~~Judge Roy Moore~~

Gardener!

As this semester begins, it is exciting to learn that our spring reader is about the branches and the vine. What such great imagery! I love it. Even better, our Abba Father is the Gardener! Just a neat thought for the night!