As I find strength to walk in Your Ways,
Surely it is then, that I have seen grace.
Though my heart prone to wander and my love it may stray,
Surely it is then, that I have seen grace.
That I should speak Your truths in all that I say,
Surely it is then, that I have seen grace.
As I desire Your statutes and hunger for it's taste,
Surely it is then, that I have seen grace.
In my passion to be holy and grow in the faith,
Surely it is then, that I have seen grace.
As I lift thanksgiving and offer you praise,
Surely it is then, that I have seen grace.
In the midst of the storms, my trust does not sway,
Surely it is then, that I have seen grace.
As I cry out to You, to just see your way,
Surely it is then, that I have seen grace.
At the foot of the cross, as I look to Your face,
Oh surely it is then, that I have seen grace!
From God's first act of love to each passing day,
The Lord of My Life desires to show grace!
“For who regards you as superior? What do you have that you did not receive? And if you did receive it, why do you boast as if you had not received it?” I Corinthians 4:7
Amy Rainey
8/24/09
Sunday, March 7, 2010
To See Grace
As I find strength to walk in Your Ways,
Surely it is then, that I have seen grace.
Though my heart prone to wander and my love it may stray,
Surely it is then, that I have seen grace.
That I should speak Your truths in all that I say,
Surely it is then, that I have seen grace.
As I desire Your statutes and hunger for it's taste,
Surely it is then, that I have seen grace.
In my passion to be holy and grow in the faith,
Surely it is then, that I have seen grace.
As I lift thanksgiving and offer you praise,
Surely it is then, that I have seen grace.
In the midst of the storms, my trust does not sway,
Surely it is then, that I have seen grace.
As I cry out to You, to just see your way,
Surely it is then, that I have seen grace.
At the foot of the cross, as I look to Your face,
Oh surely it is then, that I have seen grace!
From God's first act of love to each passing day,
The Lord of My Life desires to show grace!
“For who regards you as superior? What do you have that you did not receive? And if you did receive it, why do you boast as if you had not received it?” I Corinthians 4:7
Amy Rainey
8/24/09
Surely it is then, that I have seen grace.
Though my heart prone to wander and my love it may stray,
Surely it is then, that I have seen grace.
That I should speak Your truths in all that I say,
Surely it is then, that I have seen grace.
As I desire Your statutes and hunger for it's taste,
Surely it is then, that I have seen grace.
In my passion to be holy and grow in the faith,
Surely it is then, that I have seen grace.
As I lift thanksgiving and offer you praise,
Surely it is then, that I have seen grace.
In the midst of the storms, my trust does not sway,
Surely it is then, that I have seen grace.
As I cry out to You, to just see your way,
Surely it is then, that I have seen grace.
At the foot of the cross, as I look to Your face,
Oh surely it is then, that I have seen grace!
From God's first act of love to each passing day,
The Lord of My Life desires to show grace!
“For who regards you as superior? What do you have that you did not receive? And if you did receive it, why do you boast as if you had not received it?” I Corinthians 4:7
Amy Rainey
8/24/09
Broken Vessel
With a broken heart
I brough forth a broken vessel
Filled with broken dreams and broken pieces.
The contents within held no value
The offering I brought had no worth
The pieces gathered were no treasure.
Within the hands of the Father
Cradled in the strength of His grasp
In His reflection - displayed His glory.
The broken pieces, less visible
From each surface, angle and edge
The prisms of light shown forth the Son.
In awe of the contents
And the abundance of the soul
The vessel once barren now floods and overflows.
By grace it first was emptied
With mercy it was crushed
Not from without but from within He manifests his love.
From small cracks and crevices
Dripping yet not decreasing the fill
But ever-flowing with tenderness from above.
Amy Rainey (9/5/09)
I brough forth a broken vessel
Filled with broken dreams and broken pieces.
The contents within held no value
The offering I brought had no worth
The pieces gathered were no treasure.
Within the hands of the Father
Cradled in the strength of His grasp
In His reflection - displayed His glory.
The broken pieces, less visible
From each surface, angle and edge
The prisms of light shown forth the Son.
In awe of the contents
And the abundance of the soul
The vessel once barren now floods and overflows.
By grace it first was emptied
With mercy it was crushed
Not from without but from within He manifests his love.
From small cracks and crevices
Dripping yet not decreasing the fill
But ever-flowing with tenderness from above.
Amy Rainey (9/5/09)
Mary's Treasure
As she pondered all these things
And treasured them in her heart.
Do you think she ever dreamed
She'd become a work of art?
That for Christmas of all times
Upon a mantel stood,
Many forms and styles - The Nativity,
Made of clay and glass and wood.
Some portrayed with simplicity
With the plainest of expression;
While others gleam nobility
With grandiose impressions.
Or if she knew the future awe
That would befall each soul,
Would she wrap Him in finest silk
And lavish Him with gold.
For a King should drape in satin
And display the finest stones.
For all to look upon Him,
While seated on His throne.
Mary took each moment
And stored them in her heart.
She remembered every detail
And savored every part.
For this King she held so tranquil
In the cradle of her breast.
Could she ever comprehend
How she was truly blessed?
His skin was soft as satin,
And his locks like finest silk,
His lips were drenched with honey
As He drank his mother's milk.
The starlight streamed like diamonds,
Upon His little bed.
While soothed with songs from angels
As she stroked His little head.
Her eyes peered with amazement.
Her heart beat deep inside.
Her joy she could not muffle,
Her tears she could not hide.
She never wished for more.
She'd never change the scene.
For she was first to experience,
Kisses from the King.
By Amy Rainey 12/02
And treasured them in her heart.
Do you think she ever dreamed
She'd become a work of art?
That for Christmas of all times
Upon a mantel stood,
Many forms and styles - The Nativity,
Made of clay and glass and wood.
Some portrayed with simplicity
With the plainest of expression;
While others gleam nobility
With grandiose impressions.
Or if she knew the future awe
That would befall each soul,
Would she wrap Him in finest silk
And lavish Him with gold.
For a King should drape in satin
And display the finest stones.
For all to look upon Him,
While seated on His throne.
Mary took each moment
And stored them in her heart.
She remembered every detail
And savored every part.
For this King she held so tranquil
In the cradle of her breast.
Could she ever comprehend
How she was truly blessed?
His skin was soft as satin,
And his locks like finest silk,
His lips were drenched with honey
As He drank his mother's milk.
The starlight streamed like diamonds,
Upon His little bed.
While soothed with songs from angels
As she stroked His little head.
Her eyes peered with amazement.
Her heart beat deep inside.
Her joy she could not muffle,
Her tears she could not hide.
She never wished for more.
She'd never change the scene.
For she was first to experience,
Kisses from the King.
By Amy Rainey 12/02
My Daddy
With a crook in his back and his legs with a bow
This man stood straighter than anyone I know.
From the strength of his back or work of his hand
No one could measure the success of this man.
The words that he spoke and the love that he showed
Could never have encompassed all his heart would not hold.
For all that he was given he gave in return
In each and every moment was a lesson he could learn.
By the lifting of his shoulder to the bending of his knee
He saw each and every need as a noble ministry.
Driven to bring healing and spread His Father's love
A treasure to the hurting, an angel from above.
A fixer of the broken, a lifter of the load,
A giving heart so merciful, he never failed to show.
No acknowledgement by friend or promise of reward
Would ever change his motive of working for the Lord.
In duty was delight, for the glory of his God
Never did he question the path he was to trod.
Perseverance in his journey and power in his life
Ever pushing onward and lengthening his stride.
Until the day that "finished" was exclaimed with great delight
And on the wings of eagles He taught him how to fly.
Into the realms of heaven in the presence of the King
To see Him in His glory and hear the angels sing.
Amy Rainey
January 8, 2010
This man stood straighter than anyone I know.
From the strength of his back or work of his hand
No one could measure the success of this man.
The words that he spoke and the love that he showed
Could never have encompassed all his heart would not hold.
For all that he was given he gave in return
In each and every moment was a lesson he could learn.
By the lifting of his shoulder to the bending of his knee
He saw each and every need as a noble ministry.
Driven to bring healing and spread His Father's love
A treasure to the hurting, an angel from above.
A fixer of the broken, a lifter of the load,
A giving heart so merciful, he never failed to show.
No acknowledgement by friend or promise of reward
Would ever change his motive of working for the Lord.
In duty was delight, for the glory of his God
Never did he question the path he was to trod.
Perseverance in his journey and power in his life
Ever pushing onward and lengthening his stride.
Until the day that "finished" was exclaimed with great delight
And on the wings of eagles He taught him how to fly.
Into the realms of heaven in the presence of the King
To see Him in His glory and hear the angels sing.
Amy Rainey
January 8, 2010
Pursuing Love
An object of affection, yet unaware.
A pursuit of love, a life of despair.
A fatal journey to worlds unknown.
A widder path, I walked alone.
An erring soul, I downward trod.
A rebelious heart, a Sovereign God.
Though sinking deep, yet deeper still.
None could thwart the Master's will.
His plan was great, His grace was wide,
My sinful stains, I could not hide.
Shame that brought me to my knees,
Love that longed to bring me peace.
Not for myself, but unto Thee
The life I live's no longer me,
But only to His glory raise
Abundant joy and highest praise.
Amy Rainey 2/21/10
A pursuit of love, a life of despair.
A fatal journey to worlds unknown.
A widder path, I walked alone.
An erring soul, I downward trod.
A rebelious heart, a Sovereign God.
Though sinking deep, yet deeper still.
None could thwart the Master's will.
His plan was great, His grace was wide,
My sinful stains, I could not hide.
Shame that brought me to my knees,
Love that longed to bring me peace.
Not for myself, but unto Thee
The life I live's no longer me,
But only to His glory raise
Abundant joy and highest praise.
Amy Rainey 2/21/10
All To Him
Loose my hands to things of want,
Take away the things I flaunt.
That I may only grasp the things,
Only to Your glory brings,
Eternal treasures and reward,
To be lifted to my Lord.
Meager offerings of praise,
To the God who gives me grace.
All to Him, to Him owe,
Jesus...... lover of my soul!
Amy Rainey 2/21/10
Take away the things I flaunt.
That I may only grasp the things,
Only to Your glory brings,
Eternal treasures and reward,
To be lifted to my Lord.
Meager offerings of praise,
To the God who gives me grace.
All to Him, to Him owe,
Jesus...... lover of my soul!
Amy Rainey 2/21/10
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