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The Chisel

The Chisel
By Tara Young

Where in my heart does your chisel seek?
Is it to make me more humble and meek?

Is it the anger and rage that lays bare.
Of this you are making me daily aware.

Am I allowing the Master to work,
Or with my tasks do I lazily shirk?

God I invite you chisel and all,
To take the ugliness and make it fall.

To be more of a reflection of You.
To be a creation who follows through.

With your plan, your drawings, Your living stone,
While You work, I am never alone.

Thanks for not leaving me an unfinished work.
Thank you for loving me with every quirk.

You are the Master, I am your piece.
Please finish Your work, this prisoner release.

A Bearing Fruit Kind of Tree

A Bearing Fruit Kind of Tree

By: Tara Young

You are the orchard keeper and I am the tree.

My fruit is not as it should be.

How many years have I gone without yield?

Just taking space in your flourishing field.

I’ve had some illness and some mold.

I am not young but very old.

Very old from my own sin,

I chose to allow and even invite in.

Very dry in my roots broken down.

Tangled with sin just a thorn in Your crown.

Blaming the field for the tree without loot.

When I should be filled with a whole bunch of fruit.

Yes Lord I see it that hidden sin.

I fought so hard to keep it in.

I’m sorry for being an empty tree.

Forgive me so I your throne can see.

Renewed, pruned, and repaired help me to be

A bearing fruit kind of tree.

Lift it up

Lift up my head o gates and ancient doors.
Lift up my eyes cast down to the floors.

Lift up my heart nearly turned to stone.
Lift it up make it more like Your own.

Lift my feet to high places God.
Up where deer and wildlife trod.

Up to the hills and near the clouds.
Up near your throne Your beauty shrouds.

Lifted up in Your loving hand.
Take me into the Promised Land.

Milk and honey flow not old.
Walk along on the streets of gold.

Nearer Lord to you I seek.
Thank You for this little peek.

Inspired by Psalm 24:7-8

May I be more like You.

May I be more like You.
By: Tara Young

May I love like You Lord.
May I care like You.
May I listen like You Lord.
May I hear like You.
May I obey like You Lord.
May I serve like You.
May I be more like You.

You are the One

You are the One
By: Tara Young

You are my King and my Lord
Gracious forevermore.
You are the one
You are the one.

You the Savior, Son of the King
You are the One
You are the One

I lift my voice to You
You are all that’s good and true.
You are the One
You are the One

My heart cries out to you
You are deliverer too
You are the One
You are the One

Finding solace there
You’ve counted each and every hair
You are the One
You are the One

For every tear I’ve cried
for every lie I’ve lied.
You are the One
Yes, You are the One.

You are the beginning and the end
Alpha Omega without sin
You are the One
Oh, You are the One.

Lord You are the One
Yes, You are the One

Creator of everything
Life giving Holy God
You are the One
Yes, You are the One

Joy giving, heart healer
Mind blowing love revealer
You are the One
Yes You are the One

Jesus your mighty hand
Delivers me from sinking sand
You are the One
You are the One

Soiled and forgiven dove.
I am one You dearly love
You are the One
You are the One

God my heart you mend
When my clothes I have rend
You are the One
You are the One

Peace washes over me
Giving me hope in Your great mercy.
You are the One
Yes You are the One

Gladness unleashed
My life restored
You are the One
You are the One

You are my love
The One I adore
You are the One
You are the One

Love spilling out my heart is full
You’re so awesome. I am Your jewel.
You are the One
Yes, You are the One

I Will Wait

I Will Wait
I am waiting for the change to come.
I will wait.

I am waiting for hearts to bend.
I will wait

I am waiting for things to turn right side up.
I will wait.

I am waiting for Your spirit Lord.
I will wait

I am waiting for Your love to bloom.
I will wait.

I am waiting for Your joy to come.
I will wait.

I am waiting for Your peace to flow.
I will wait.

I am waiting for my eagles wings.
I will wait.

I am waiting for Your loving arms.
I will wait.

When my time on earth is done.
My waiting will have ceased.

©Tara Young

Gentle correction or gettin’ knocked on your rear?

Do you ever get that gentle correction from the Lord? Or do you just get that earth-shaking wake up call that knocks you on your rear letting you know you are being disobedient.  God uses whatever He chooses. It is not always a disobedience that He is correcting, but it may be that I am not spending enough time in the Word so He can speak to me. Sometimes He uses those, “AHA!” moments. Sometimes He does use illness. Sometimes He uses other people to let me know that I am falling short.  Sometimes He speaks directly to my heart.   This is what I got today…

Not in these words exactly but the Lord impressed this on my heart. “Tara, you sure are sick.  In the last month you have been in severe pain with a ruptured ovarian cyst and you now have the flu.  I am trying to get your attention here.”  “Yes Lord! I am listening.” As I lay on my bed He truly spoke to my heart and said, “I miss you dear one. Where have you been? You don’t even know where your bible is do you?”  UUUUUMMM well since you can’t lie to God, I said, “No, Lord I sure don’t! I am so sorry, please forgive me.

Wonderfully forgiven I sit here typing.  Then He let me know that I need to write about this. So here it is.  It doesn’t matter what situation you are in always make time for God. While you are on your back hacking up a lung, spend some time in prayer.

When needy children who are clawing and pawing at you surround you, read them a verse from the Bible.  (Not the rain down fire and brimstone people!) Pray a blessing of peace over them.  God’s word never returns void as it says in Isaiah 55:11 NLT “It is the same with my word. I send it out, and it always produces fruit. It will accomplish all I want it to, and it will prosper everywhere I send it.”

God has been trying to get my attention. It seems rather painful right now, but it could have been worse.  The CT scan shows no more cysts. My flu will eventually go away.  My husband and dad have been super heroes helping me.

God provides.

He never leaves us. He is, He was and Always will be. He is the provider. He is the Rock. He is everything to me.  He heals all my ills, affords me with great care. He never leaves me with a burden I can’t bear.  I am never alone. He is always near. He will never stop bending to me His listening ear. Unfaithful am I to share this truth.  May I be more like your beloved Ruth.

Forsooth. Gotta love that word!!! I wanted to use it in my poem, but, was unable to. I Used it in a random sentence.  🙂

Any way. Listen to the Lord He is pretty awesome!

Just being nice

So I had that cyst that ruptured 2 weeks ago and now the flu has descended.  3 of our 5 have the flu and that is including me. 😦 Poo poo we have the flu! I was at the clothes line hanging out clothes and this little poem, dorky and short came to me. Poetry seems to ooze sometimes so whatever and however silly it is, I write it down!

Poo poo we have the flu. I hope it doesn’t make it’s way to you! 

Yes, it is dumb, but it is now out there 🙂  hahaha

On to the just being nice part of this post.  We are living at my parents while we are waiting for God to provide our home. They generously moved into their fifth wheel trailer next to their home so that our feisty five could move home.  The other morning it was literally freezing, not something we are used to. 🙂 My dad is a nice guy and would honestly give the shirt off of his back to help someone.  He came in and started a fire for the girls and I since we are under the weather. That was kind and thoughtful and generous and loving. Thanks Dad!

He also held one crying kid while I took the other in for her flu test. Thank you God for my dad and for making him nice!

So give being nice a try 🙂  Do something for someone else today. It is fun to do and fun to receive!

Where are we going?

Where are we going?

Why are we here? We are waiting, our ears bended near.
Show us Lord the path we must walk. Show us Lord and help us talk.
About the plans for each one of us laid. Reveal to us how this hand should be played.

Lord we crave your will for us and so, we wait and hope and trust.
Our hearts are yearning for that rush yet we wait as you whisper, “hush”.
“I will show you how to play that hand. Whether you should really buy that land.
I will open and close each door. As I’ve been faithful to do before.
I have never left you there to falter, when you leave it at my altar.
Pray and seek and you will find, what joyous plan is in my mind.
Your vision, your dreams are what they seem. True peace will shine in your eyes as they gleam.
Awaiting the door to swing open wide. My joy is complete as you gaze inside.
Keep your trust in Me alone, because on your journey My light has shown.
Unbolt your heart to what is new. Because it is the best thing to do.
God I ask that you would fill our hearts with truth and truth alone. On our path and in our hearts let your light be powerfully shown.