Great are His thoughts toward His beloved. How can a heart not praise Him?
MY THOUGHTS TOWARD YOU MY LORD
My thoughts toward you is full of expectancy,
For I know You have good plans for me,
The hopes and dreams that are planted deep inside,
Are fanned with the loving thoughts You have supplied.
When I think of my relationship with God above,
I marvel at His great display of love.
How He has seen value and takes time with me,
Nurturing and guiding to maturity.
When my mind fills up with the truth, of His wonder displayed;
Fear and worry like a bird flies away.
My thoughts of Jesus, are like refreshing rain on parched ground,
The air is clear, and flowers within raise up all around.
When my thoughts are turned toward You, Lord, my heart agrees;
There is nothing in this world that means more to me.
You are the Author of all that is good and true.
I will practice each day, my Lord, to think good thoughts to glorify You.
Ps 94:19
In the multitude of my thoughts within me thy comforts delight my soul.
MY THOUGHTS OF YOU MY CHILD
My thoughts of you never sway.
They are steady, never do I look away.
You are so very precious …safe and secure.
My thoughts of you are holy and pure
The angels marvel at a love so grand;
That was orchestrated by God, that comes from His hand.
A love that takes the lost and makes them found;
That has lifted the sinner to higher ground.
That molds, shapes, leads, and guides,
That cleanses and makes new and moves inside.
My thoughts of you are so much more,
So wonderful are the things in store.
Your heart, your mind, and your whole being will one day fully know,
The love of God for your soul.
My thoughts toward you, is a light that perpetually shines.
My love for you is favor… for you are mine.
My provisions are not sparse my friend.
What you need I will send.
I see everything that ahead you face;
Truly sufficient for you is my grace.
2Co 12:9
And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me.
Brenda Drake Poetry 