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My Guiding Light

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 All of my life I have been searching for someone to help me out
 All of my days are spent in wandering about
 All of my trials and temptations don’t lead me anywhere
 I have not figured out why I am here
  
 I have looked to drugs and alcohol to bring me some relief
 But they only added to me sense of grief
 I had money, I was wealthy, I had riches and much fame
 But life only seemed to be a tiresome game
  
 Then I found the Lord or He found me
 And He told me what I was made to be
 A child of God and forever free
 Now He’s here walking with me
  
 Jesus is my guiding light
 Jesus is my help at night
 Jesus is the one who saved my soul
 From the depths below
  
 Now I choose to walk with Him and He shows me the way
 His love shadows over me each day
 I have given everything to follow in His past
 Because I know it will last
  
 I know the Lord and he knows me
 All that I do and all that I see
 I pray that He will help me be
 All that He has desired for me
  
 Jesus is my guiding light
 Jesus is my help at night
 Jesus is the one who saves my soul
 From the depths below

The Voice of My Heart

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 What does it matter Lord?  Why am I here?
 What is my purpose Lord?  Please make it clear.
 I’m praying daily and hoping you hear
 The voice of my heart cries out.
  
 What does it mean that I write these words?
 What is your will for the thoughts of this verse?
 I try to listen.  Each day I am yours
 The voice of my heart cries out.
  
 Hearing your voice means more to me
 Than what I should smell or what I should eat.
 Whenever I hear your voice start to speak
 I sit down and write your words
  
 I pray that these words will bring comfort to all
 No matter how big.  No matter how small,
 That these words my keep them from having a fall
 Drawing them closer to you
  
 So I end this verse by giving you praise
 I lift up my voice and my heart is raised
 Jesus I worship your wonderful name
 The voice of my heart cries out
  
 I try to explain to people that I don’t just write poetry to have something to do.  I don’t write it because I have something to say.  I don’t write it because it’s a passion of mine.  I have written poetry since I was in high school.  It has been something inside me for over 50 years.   Then it was my thoughts, my imagination, my words.  It became like a journal of the struggles I was having in my youth.  I wish I had keep them all, but I did not.
  
 Now it is different because I write what the Lord dictates to me.  Usually it starts with a word, or a line, or a whole stanza.  When I hear it, I sit down and start typing and don’t stop until he stops talking.  It may sound like my lament, or my questions, but I think God has a bigger purpose in each one of these psalms.  All I am is a vessel.  That is why I am here.
  
 2 Timothy 2:20-21 King James Version
  
 20 But in a great house there are not only vessels of gold and of silver, but also of wood and of earth; and some to honour, and some to dishonour.
 21 If a man therefore purge himself from these, he shall be a vessel unto honour, sanctified, and meet for the master's use, and prepared unto every good work.