But a vapor…

 

If my life is but a vapor,

I pray it be a sweet-smelling one.

If the blink of an eye

Departs me from this life,

I pray your face be my parting frame.

If I am merely dust,

I pray to settle somewhere near the coast…

To be washed up and down the shores of

His creation – Until the sun and the moon

Bid one another farewell…

And the waves of time no longer exist.

-Becky Moore

 

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Multiply it.

 

This is all I have…
It’s not a lot.
Thankfully, I know
My little won’t stop
This seed Your sewing…
It’s my faith You’re growing.

***

Jesus…

You take this morsel of faith
And You multiply it.
What I once thought small,
Now I see – It’s sufficient.
I just have to trust that You
Will do exactly what You promised to…
You’ll never take me any place
That You won’t carry me through.

***

Jesus…

You take this morsel of faith
And You multiply it.
What I once thought small,
Now I see – it’s sufficient.
I just have to trust that You
Will do exactly what You promised to…
You’ll never take me any place
That You won’t carry me through.

I’m watered daily
From above.
Blossoming (ever so slowly)
In Your love.
You quench my soul’s thirst…
Lord, All I have is Yours.

This is all I have…
It’s not a lot.
Thankfully, I know
My little won’t stop
This seed Your sewing…
It’s my faith You’re growing.