Use Me, for Your Glory

Do sanctify, purify
This vessel of clay
And use for Your glory
Your plans, each day.

Trust God, in All

So, trust Him in all
Seek God, through His Word
Delight in His presence
Obey daily what’s heard.

Trials- a Blessing or Curse?

For our Father, the vine-dresser
Is pruning, discarding
As branches, of His vine
For more fruit…keep abiding.

To Grow our Faith

Since nothing, is too hard
For our great God, to fulfill
Trusting fully in God
Keep obeying His will.

There Nothing Fades

Yes, our new heavenly home
All so perfect, and pure
Our eternal abode
And forever secure.

The Fig Tree

Not our knowledge, our ‘leaves’
Our sin, we can’t cover
For God sees our hearts
Any sweet fruit, to discover?

The Blessings of Surrender (Becoming ‘Good Soil’) 

Yes, receive of God’s blessing
First surrender each part
Not the best of our flesh
First, our will and our heart.

That Innermost Place

Do you seek to withdraw
To that innermost place?
There, we step aside
Meet the God of all grace.

Taught by Trials

Therefore, welcome your trials
Your waiting, and suffering
Since God is perfecting
Become His fragrant offering.

Take Time to be Holy

In God’s Vine, keep abiding
As His branch, bearing fruit
Stay dependent, keep praying
Christ-likeness, your pursuit.