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  • #73548

    Dakota
    @dakota

    Thanks everybody!! Feel free to share with anyone would could use some encouragement.

    Psalm 119:11
    Your word I have hidden in my heart,
    That I might not sin against You.

    #75029

    Dakota
    @dakota

    @parker  @evelyn @andrew   @libby  @jenwriter17 @nuetrobolt  @ericawordsmith @jane-maree @serenity @the-fledgling-artist   @katthewriter  @e-b-raulands  ( please tag some others who think might like this)

    This one I wrote was part of an Literature assignment. Enjoy! (Feel free to upload something of your own and that’s goes for anyone who find this thread by accident.

    The Song of the Sheep

    Give us, Lord, our daily bread

    Provide, Lord, a place to lay our head

    For We are Your tender sheep

    Shepherd, we need You our souls to keep

     

    Guide us, Lord, by waters still.

    Protect, Lord, for the wolves of the hill;

    For we are Your tender lambs.

    Shepherd, You are the Great I AM.

     

    Go Before us, Lord, we pray.

    Preserves us from dawn to ending day;

    For we are your tender herd.

    Shepherd, You are the Living Word.

    (Psalm 23)

    Psalm 119:11
    Your word I have hidden in my heart,
    That I might not sin against You.

    #75030

    Parker Hankins
    @parker

    Oh, I really liked that! It almost seems like a lullaby!

    Living in a world of mystery and dangerous predicaments while working with the AWESOME Meraki's.

    #75035

    Dakota
    @dakota

    @parker  Thank you. I’d never thought of it as a lullaby before. That’s a good idea.

     

    Psalm 119:11
    Your word I have hidden in my heart,
    That I might not sin against You.

    #75037

    Parker Hankins
    @parker

    My pleasure! Yeah, for some reason, that’s what my mind wanted! XD!

    Living in a world of mystery and dangerous predicaments while working with the AWESOME Meraki's.

    #75058

    Jenna Terese
    @jenwriter17

    Aw, that’s so sweet! 😀

    "If you want to change the world, pick up your pen and write." -Martin Luther
    www.jennaterese.com

    #75108

    Jane Maree
    @jane-maree

    Love this! It’s such a sweet and gentle style.

    Writing Heroes ♦ Writing Hope // janemareeauthor.com.au

    #75131

    Andrew Schmidt
    @andrew

      So nice and calm. Thank you, Dakota!

      Writer. Drawer. Ginger. ISFP. Collector.
      Crazy Person. Animal Lover.
      *strokes red panda*

      #75637

      Dakota
      @dakota

      @andrew  @jane-maree  Thanks! I’m glad you liked it. 🙂

      Psalm 119:11
      Your word I have hidden in my heart,
      That I might not sin against You.

      #76293

      Dakota
      @dakota

      @parker  @evelyn @andrew   @libby  @jenwriter17 @nuetrobolt  @ericawordsmith @jane-maree @serenity @the-fledgling-artist   @katthewriter  @e-b-raulands  ( please tag some others who think might like this)

      Bonus post! Had a little extra time this weekend and got on here! This one is a rewritten version of one I wrote couple of years ago. It was a little emotional to write at the time and still tugs at my heart when I read it. I once knew how to sing it but the tune’s not as memorable as it once was.

      As always, enjoy and critique to your heart’s content.

       

      Drops of Crimson

      Drops of blood rolled to the ground

      Of that dark, silent garden

      As my Lord agonized alone

      Prayers of Jesus the only sound

      In that dark, silent garden

      As my Lord surrendered His will

       

      Drops of blood ran down His back

      From the stripes of the scourge

      As my Lord silently suffered.

      Crown of thorns, mocking and slaps

      And the stripes of the scourge

      As my Lord bore chastisement for me

       

      Drops of blood fell from the cross

      As He cried out, “Forgive them

      For they do not know what they do.”

      Guilt of the world weighed down the Savior

      As he cried out,”It’s finished!”

      And my Lord gave up His life for me.

       

      In my place He chose to die.

      For my He laid down His life.

      This is my redemption.

      He is my redemption.

      As the payment for my treason,

      There fell down drops of crimson.

       

      Hallelujah! He took my place.

      Hallelujah! How grand the grace

      That would save a wretch like me!

      Hallelujah! The chains are gone!

      Hallelujah! His love has won!

      So I’m now can say, “I’m free!”

       

      As the payment for my treason

      There fell down drops of crimson.

       

      Psalm 119:11
      Your word I have hidden in my heart,
      That I might not sin against You.

      #76364

      Andrew Schmidt
      @andrew

        Beautiful. Crimson. 🙂

        Writer. Drawer. Ginger. ISFP. Collector.
        Crazy Person. Animal Lover.
        *strokes red panda*

        #76378

        Evelyn
        @evelyn

        @dakota What a great reminder of what He went through for us and how we should remember to thank Him and praise Him for it. Thank you for sharing. 🙂

        #76495

        Parker Hankins
        @parker

        Oh my stars!! That was very good!!! I mean, wow!!!! I don’t know how to tell you!! AWESOME!!

        Living in a world of mystery and dangerous predicaments while working with the AWESOME Meraki's.

        #77039

        Dakota
        @dakota

        @parker @evelyn @andrew  Thanks! 🙂

        Psalm 119:11
        Your word I have hidden in my heart,
        That I might not sin against You.

        #78384

        Dakota
        @dakota

        @parker  @evelyn @andrew   @libby  @jenwriter17 @nuetrobolt  @ericawordsmith @jane-maree @serenity @the-fledgling-artist   @katthewriter  @e-b-raulands  ( please tag some others who think might like this)

        This one I wrote this past summer. At the moment I was first ‘hit’ with the inspiration, I was sitting on a log under a small bush in our woods, watching as small cloudbursts came and went. There would be moments when the wind would just rush through the trees, shaking leaves from every one. That wind was the main inspiration for this song.

        Enjoy!

        Whispers
        The soul of this forest is sleeping
        Frozen with winter and dead at the heart
        I wish that the skies would be deep’ning
        Rumble with thunder and pour down the rain

        A whispers of wind softly rushes
        Into this stillness and quivers each limb
        A roar of the wind! The rain gushes
        Down from above and washes shame away

        Awakened by the thunder, I’m filled with awe and wonder
        That One, the Lord, of the storm, would transform
        This barrenness about. I cry out

        Please let Your wind quicken me into life anew
        And let it fill me with the strength to stand
        Help these barren branches to bear fruit for You
        A harvest honoring to You, my King
        O Lord, send the wind to quicken me

        The springing of life id brightening
        Boughs with the buds, so sweet and full of hope
        Aromas of joy refreshing
        Your wind still murmurs promises of love

        When doubt comes to dry and to wither
        Wings of the storm will bring Your wind again
        The rain of the Living Word rivers
        Into my heart and the drought is no more

        Revived by the water, I’ll grow, not falter
        The Lord – the One Who’s the Light- the Bright Son
        Shines with warmth strong. Still this is my song.

        Please let Your wind quicken me into life renewed
        And let it fill me with the strength to stand
        Help these budded boughs to bear fruit fit for You
        A harvest honoring to You, my King

        Please let Your rain revive me when the rivers dry
        And send the thunder to awaken me
        Help these fruited boughs to bear and be thereby
        A harvest honoring to You, my King
        O Lord, send the wind to quicken me

        The autumn of life comes steadily
        Harvest will come and my days will be o’er
        The Day when You call, I’ll readily
        Let the last leaf of my legacy fall.

        Beckoned by the Father, I’ll live forever
        With Him – the One Who’s the Light – the Bright Son
        Until that day come, let this be my song

        Please let Your wind quicken me into life renewed
        And let it fill me with the strength to stand
        Help these budded boughs to bear fruit fit for You
        A harvest honoring to You, my King

        Please let Your rain revive me when the rivers dry
        And send the thunder to awaken me
        Help these fruited boughs to bear and be thereby
        A harvest honoring to You, my King
        O Lord, send the wind to quicken me

        Let my autumn legacy speak only of You
        A memory honoring to You my King
        O Lord, send the wind to quicken me

         

         

         

         

         

         

        Psalm 119:11
        Your word I have hidden in my heart,
        That I might not sin against You.

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