Little eyes of blue and locks of gold
Who would ever know that her home was cold?
Her daddy's gone, and mommy just cries
What is the truth when you've grown up with lies?
Daddy, Daddy, come home tonight
What do you see in that other lady?
Mommy, Mommy, hold me tight
Will your love be yes, no, or maybe?
Will somebody love me, 'cause I can't find it here
I'm surrounded by this uncommon fear
Who's gonna love little hearts?
Who's gonna love the little hearts?
A little boy is bruised, both his head and his heart
Where will it end? Why did it ever start?
Alone in a corner, uncovered and cold
No excuse for abuse of the body and soul
Daddy, Daddy, why do you fight?
And why do you drink away your life?
Mommy, Mommy, why do you cry
for your battered son when you're a battered wife?
Will somebody hold me, 'cause I won't be held here
except by this uncommon fear
Who's gonna love little hearts?
'Cause little hearts have great big hurts
Who's gonna love little hearts?
Who's gonna love the little hearts?
Sixteen years old, a child carries her own
The boy she loves has left her all alone
She's made her choice, but the baby she'll lose
Never has a voice, nor a chance to choose
Daddy, Daddy, why do you run?
Do you understand the damage you've done?
Mommy, Mommy, somebody cares
and there's a good home for me out there
Somebody will love me, someone has room
Should a mother's womb welcome her baby's doom?
Who's gonna love little hearts?
'Cause little hearts have great big hurts.
Who's gonna love little hearts?
Who's gonna love the little hearts?
Jesus loves little hearts.
Jesus died for little hearts.
Shouldn't you and I love little hearts?
[©1989 Jimmy Davis]
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Little Hearts
Monday, March 31, 2008
Seeking Satisfaction
About a year ago I wrote about two themes that God has woven into my life over the years: seeking His face and drinking His grace. I've recently tried to put those thoughts into verse...
When You commanded, “Seek My face!”
I said, “I will, Lord, by Your grace,
Hide not Your face, O God, from me,
Nor let my soul abandoned be.”
Come thirsty one to Jesus’ side.
Cruciform love will give you life.
Come sate your soul, Spirit receive,
A river-heart forever be
Of all the themes, it seems these two:
Seeking Your face, Drinking of You
Though they appear to be estranged
Are side by side in me arranged
And in Your Word these themes I find
So sweetly bound and intertwined
Clothed in my Christ, I will see Your face
And there be satisfied with grace
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Trinity Song
There's a little song I wrote and sing to God sometimes. It is a prayer expressing my deepest affection for Him. Here's how it goes...
Father, I love You, and I'm glad to be Your son
Jesus, I love You, and I'm happy to by Your servant
Spirit, I love You, and I'm pleased to have You fill me
with Your power, and Your presence, and Your purity
Three-in-One, One-in-Three, Blessed Trinity
I'm happy to love You
and to be loved by You
O, I'm happy to love You
and to be loved by You
I am.
I sang those words to Him for months until one day as I was taking a walk and talking to Him, He surprised me with His own version of the song. Here are the words that came to my heart according to the tune I have in my head:
You are my beloved, and I'm glad that you're My son
You are my beloved, and I'm happy that you're My servant
You are my beloved, and I'm pleased to fill you with My Spirit's
power, and My presence, and My purity
You're my son, and with you I am well pleased
I'm happy to love you
and to be loved by you
O, I'm happy to love you
and to be loved by you
I Am.
These words are for you, too, if you have been born again by the Spirit of God into a reconciled relationship with the Father because of the life, death, and resurrected life of Jesus, the Son.
What Is A Poet?
"Poets are people who see the indescribable glory everywhere and will not be daunted in their passion to make language serve its revelation."
John Piper, speaking of his father in a recent biographical message given about his evangelist father, the late Bill Piper. It's worth listening to.
Friday, January 04, 2008
What Is In Thine Hand?
This powerful poem, written by my wife's great-grandfather, hangs framed on a wall in her Grandma Lytle's house. I first read it years ago after we were married and was greatly encouraged by it. I pray that God will use its message to encourage you to "press on" in your personal mission field in 2008.
WHAT IS IN THINE HAND (Exodus 4:2)
by Sloan Duncan Gibson
Shamgar had an oxgoad,
Rahab had a string,
Gideon had a trumpet,
David had a sling,
Sampson had a jawbone,
Moses had a rod,
Dorcas had a needle,
They were all used of God.
The string hung out the window,
The trumpet gave its sound.
The sling went into action,
Goliath come tumble-n-down.
The jawbone won the battle
In Sampson's mighty hand.
The rod divided the waters,
The path was as dry land.
The work of Dorcas' needle,
Will live on in memory.
So deeds of love for others
Will abide eternally.
Be diligent then, believer,
There's a need in every land.
Press on faithfully using
The gift that's in thy hand.
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
Warfare Rap (not to be confused with Gangsta Rap)
"But those who seek to destroy my life
shall go down into the depths of the earth;
they shall be given over to the power of the sword,
they shall be a portion for the jackals."
Psalm 63:9-10
I like to use the Psalms as springboards for spiritual warfare prayer. Though David had physical enemies seeking to destroy his life, I have spiritual (but equally real) enemies who seek to destroy me. Whether I realize it or not, I am under siege by spiritual forces of evil in an unseen realm (Ephesians 6:12). Christine pointed out something interesting about these verses from Psalm 63 the other morning as we were brushing teeth and hair. The promise to us is that our enemies will be given over to the sword of the Lord. Paul called that sword the "sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God" (Ephesians 6:17). It is this sword that we are to use as we, by the Spirit, put to death the sins that seek to take up residence in our lives (Romans 8:13).
So, being in the goofy mood that I was that morning, I began to rap (if you want to call it that) the following combination of rhythm and rhyme. I later "rapped" it to my kids and they challenged me to "rap it" to the college age Sunday morning class. So I did.
So, here...rap this for yourself as a reminder that you should "be killing sin or it will be killing you" (John Owen)...
I like to fight with the might
Of the Sword of the Lord
It makes the devil turn back
He knows he can’t afford
To be sliced and diced
Makes the demons think twice
‘Cause I’ll be killin’ sin
Lest it be killin’ me
I put the Sword to it’s throat
Satan on his knees
But it’s not my power
And it’s not my might
the Sword of the Spirit
Puts the devil to flight!
