The Diamonds of His Grace

Are your tears like diamonds,
when you confess to God your sin?
Do they fall like raindrops,
as they drip off your chin?

Is your heart remorseful,
of your every evil deed?
Will you give up your pride,
and let the Holy Spirit lead?

Do your tears well up inside,
and come from deep within?
Do they fall like raindrops,
when you cry out to Him?

Will you come to the Light,
to have your wickedness exposed?
Will you call upon His name,
and let your shame be disclosed?

Have you looked into God's eyes,
and wept from your disgrace?
Do you know your tears to Him . . .
are the diamonds of His grace?

In the Early Morning Hour

In the early morning hour
His music begins to play
Distant thunder rumbles in
Brings thoughts of Him my way.

In the early morning hour
Alone with God, I pray
Thanking Him for my life
As I awake for another day.

In the early morning hour
The dark of night shall fade
Rain drops tap upon the roof
Jewels from Heaven, He has made.

In the early morning hour
I proclaimed my need
The request I've asked before
Many years I cried this plead.

In the early morning hour
No answer comes, but still
I absolutely trust in Him
If it would be in His will.

In the early morning hour
Peace fills me once again
His grace is sufficient
I sing praise to Him, Amen!

In the early morning hour
My heart no longer dismayed
His arms comforted me
When for another, I prayed.

In the early morning hour
His fingers stir the air with power
He orchestrates a song of hope
In the early morning hour.

Love was shown

What's love been reduced to huh?
It leaves as fast as it comes.
Where's the pain in it now?
Where is the sacrifice?
To be honest, this isn't love,
Just mere pleasure
Why these people gaining 'joy'
In all these false treasures?

Love isn't this feeling or emotion.
It's a choice to pour your heart out.
All the time and everytime.
Even when it's hurting.
You can keep yourself closed.
You can turn cold.
Lock your heart in a box.
In safety, where it grows old.

But trust me, it's not worth it
Love's something I didn't deserve.
Yet I was given it
That's why I write these words.
Love breeds forgiveness
That too I was shown
Even amidst my imperfection
He made his love known.

Honestly, it's easy to be hard,
But harder to be vulnerable.
Easier to not care
Than show that you do.
The ultimate example of this?
Jesus on the cross.
And whatever I may lose now.
I don't count it as loss.