“Goodness and Mercy”

Rebecca Kent

The Lord watches over me all the daylong,

He blesses me with all that I need.

He brings me to places that satisfy my soul,

Yea to places that show me my way.

Even though my path leads me through trials galore,

And I sometimes wonder if I’m on the right trail.

God is by my side, so who shall I fear?

His hand leads me through my great fears.

And God, You have prepared me a path that shall show,

All of those that filled me with doubt,

That You have been by my side the whole way,

And that I am a child of God.

Your hand has blessed me today and forever,

My joy has been made new.

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me,

And I shall be with You, forever.

[Psalm 23]

“Love”

Rebecca Kent

So many men, have tried their pen,

On explaining what is love

It is the hardest act,

Most defining emotion,

Most selfless definition

Of all. . .

Love is patient,

It waits forever,

And doesn’t care at all.

It is gentle, kind,

Forever caring,

And thinks not of itself

Love does not envy,

It always supports,

And never tears one down

It does not boast,

In of itself,

It is not ever proud.

Love is not rude,

It’s always thinking,

Of others that are around.

It always gives

A second chance,

And keeps no record of wrong.

Love does not delight,

In evil around,

But rejoices in the good.

It always protects,

Always trusts,

And tries to only preserve.

Love never fails,

It’s always true,

And remains so indefinitely.

It is the greatest,

Of every virtue,

The hardest of all to be.

[1 Corinthians 13]

“My Deliverer”

Rebecca Kent

I see them in the distance,

Mocking me for my beliefs.

Their eyes take in my grief,

And say You won’t deliver me. . .

Give up oh daughter of Zion!

Your God is not there.

You pray, you cry, you search for Him,

But you will find Him no where.

But God, You are my one deliverer,

My shelter from life’s storms.

No man could ever take Your place,

Or comfort me in my grief.

You take me out of life’s shadows,

And bring me to the greenest of fields

And here Your arms encircle me

And heal my laden heart.

No burden is too heavy for You,

No storm too wild to calm

No laden heart too laden down,

To heal within Your arms.

You are my one deliverer,

My shelter from life’s storms.

You heal my laden, heavy heart,

And comfort me in Your arms.

“The Person Within”

Rebecca Kent

I hear them clapping, they’re happily cheering,

The last clown on the stage pleased them all.

And I watch as the clown takes off his face mask,

And shows his real face once more.

Is this what people like, a mask on their face?

Is the real face too worn and too thin?

Although the clown has been through so much more,

He’s the same kind of person within.

But when life is hard and people insincere,

Sometimes it becomes easier,

To be the clown in the loveable mask,

Without the worn wrinkles and tears.

Because if the crowd saw the person within,

They’d be shocked at the sight they would see.

The loveable face would be worn with such care,

The tears would come much more freely.

For the inner mind of the person within,

Is the hardest for mankind to see.

It is the most loveable, frightening place,

The most difficult state of mind to be.

Made Whole

Farewell my sins,
And my transgressions,
For I have Jesus as my might.

For God will lead me,
And he will see me,
Through the very rough parts of life.

I am finnaly made whole,
For he has cleansed my soul,
And made it pure blossoming white.

And when my life is done,
And I am finnaly home,
I'll never grow weary of the sight

Perfect Love

Rebecca Kent

In the calm of the night, I can hear You sing to me,

You call me out of my ramblings into Your arms,

And here, Your blood stained arms secure me,

And we dance to the Sonata of Your perfect love. . .

While we dance Your heart bleeds into mine,

And Your blood restores my soul.

You are my beloved,

My one perfect dream,

My desire,

And my all.

Life

Rebecca Kent

I want the answer God, why can you not tell me?
I want to know what lies ahead. . .
Because all this confusion in my life,
Keeps me awake in bed. . .

There's so much that can make me cry,
And so much that makes me smile.
But the question is what lies ahead,
In the marathon of this next mile?

I want to know the answer, but I don't.
I want to cry, but I can't. . .
My heart may be weak, but my mind is strong,
And I'll smile at the end of this rant.

Until I know the answer to my life,
I will just sit here and wish.
In a life that is laid out in stone and is clear
I want no more maybe's and what-ifs.

But though life is hard, and people insincere,
And all life lies in a haze.
I will praise the Lord with my soul, my whole heart.
And thank Him for all of my days.

For someday I am quite reassured,
That all of my life will make sense.
God will tell me the whole of the story,
And I will marvel in His magnificence.