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
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.