| Lecheria Criada

Holy is the Lord

Thursday, March 10, 2016 |

"Holy is the Lord..."

Those four words are so humbling.

"And the Levites who were musicians - Asaph, Heman, Jeduthun, and all their songs and brothers - were dressed in fine linen robes and stood at the east side of the altar playing cymbals, lyres, and harps. They were joined by 120 priests who were playing trumpets. The trumpeters and singers performed together in unison to praise and give thanks to the Lord.

Accompanied by trumpets, cymbals, and other instruments, they raise their voices and praised the Lord with these words:

"He is good! His faithful love endures forever!"

At that moment a thick cloud filled the Temple of the Lord. The priests could not continue their service because of the cloud, for the glorious presence of the Lord filled the Temple of God."

- 2 Chronicles 5:12-14 NLT

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Hearts

Thursday, March 10, 2016 |

It has been awhile...

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I have been given so many hearts

How can I hold them?

With what do I mold them?

With love, and love alone.

I have been given so many hearts

How can I love them?

What if I break them?

What if I break my own?

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Where is Hope?

Monday, February 09, 2015 |

"And when I fell to the place

of no hope,
to the ultimate end

of my rope,
You were there, You were there.
And when I found my heart

had been broken,
when all of my fears

had been spoken,
Nothing to say,

nothing to pray,
You were there,

You were always there."

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Still Planted

Monday, January 19, 2015 |

[Still Planted]
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The branches rattle against the wind

The old tree quivers at the cold within

The dying leaves abandon in the strife

The tree stands worn by the storms of life

There is nothing left at all inside

So resurrect the hope in me that died

This tree is still planted here

Though they may not see the roots

I'm digging deeper into Jesus

To firmly plant my boots

This tree is still standing here

With a Love to see it through

I am broken, I'm a wreck,

But my faith remains in You

Lord, my soul is hurting

My vision is blind

Lord, my heart is bleeding

Oh hear this broken cry

There is nothing left at all inside

So resurrect the hope in me that died

This tree is still planted here

Though they may not see the roots

I'm digging deeper into Jesus

To firmly plant my boots

This tree is still standing here

With a Love to see it through

I am broken, I'm a wreck,

But my faith remains in You

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Oh My Friend

Monday, January 19, 2015 |

Oh My Friend

To my wonderful friend

So bold and beautiful

You brought a dazzling light

And made my life a musical

You were gentle and sweet

But quick to take the dare

To show the world of your love

And that you openly cared

Lord knows I'll miss you now you're gone

But I'm honored to have known you for this long

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I Was a Fire

Monday, December 01, 2014 |

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I was a fire
With kindling for heart;
A match was struck,
A flame was start

It burned to the core
With coals and smoke;
Quenched by water,
The fire was choked

The blazes were seething
With smoldering coals;
In the passing of time,
The fire grew cold

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Wanderings

Monday, October 13, 2014 |

My wandering thoughts tiptoed through the hall
Where a clock struck the second breaking the silence after all.
My wandering voice echoes over the mountain
Where a bird flits a feather mocking my call again and again.

It isn't silence after all - the noise is asleep, but for those who resist the slumber suffer the magnifying thoughts in the soundless night.

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