Sorrows

Iam acquainted with sorrows

Of the kind that man inflicts.

But remember I bore yours.

And I know what man is.

I know how much of your cross you can bear.

I know true rest is here,

In the place that I take your burdens for a time.

Then when you have grown strong.

You can walk behind me with your cross alone.

No more than I give and no less.

Just the task that I set before you.

Not the one that was set before Me.

 
by Shundra L. Moore

Nor

I won’t leave

I don’t forsake

Nor is my name

For I am with Him who was and is before

Time began.

And He told me to tell you

His name is Jesus.

by Shundra L. Moore

The Surrendered Heart

If I could I would give my heart

If I could I would start to yield

To the only one good in this world.

Evil are the intents

Dark are the sayings

But you Jesus clean me white as snow.

And what could I give

Would you take what I have.

Break apart the stone and replace it with a heart of flesh.

One that beats to Your rhythmic Love that overcomes all,

And dances with the beats of my heart.

Dances on the seas of turmoil of this world

Dances amidst the broken earth that groans beneath our feet.

So that we may live with hearts a fire

That burn to yield to Your Surrendered heart.

by Shundra