Gardens of Joy

Once I was destitute, a captive of sin,
But then You gave me life and dwelled within.
You took my waste places, You took my tears,
You took my heartaches, and all my fears.

You took that pot, which was made of clay,
You took all of my darkness and made it day.
Then gave me wings, made me into a silver dove
With yellow-gold feathers, covered in Your love.

You gave me rivers and gardens of joy;
Things more precious than some material toy.
You gave me gladness and also thanksgiving
And filled my heart with continual singing.

In light of all this, what can I give in return?
Worship and obedience from a love that is firm.

Christina A. Morley

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You Speak Through All Your Creation

You speak to me when I’m asleep
You give me dreams, Your truth I’ll keep
You speak through all Your creation
You are in every sound and vibration

You see what I cannot see
You made the heavens and the deep blue sea
Every insect and every flower
Reveals Your creative power

I’m amazed that I can fit in Your plan
When You can hold the universe in Your hand
I’m so small, yet You’ve made me great
Keep my feet from slipping and my path straight

I give You glory ‘cause of who You are
You know each hair on my head, named every star
You speak and Your angels do Your bidding
I am Yours, available and willing

Give me ears to hear
And eyes that see
Keep me near
Your majesty
I’ll have no fear
As You walk with me
‘Cause You give me the victory

by Christina A. Morley

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Desert Flower

I'm walking on hard ground
I'm not wearing a frown
No matter the circumstances around

Like a desert flower
I'm blooming where planted
No matter if the ground's hard and dry
Like a desert flower
Whose petals touch the sky
I'm reaching high
Won't let this life pass me by

When I feel tired and worn
Can’t see the flower past the thorn
And my dreams feel tattered and torn

Then I remember…
It’s just a little while
And then I will smile
As things take a turn
For this I yearn

Like a desert flower
I’m blooming where planted
No matter if the ground’s hard and dry
Like a desert flower
Whose petals touch the sky
I’m reaching high
Won’t let this life pass me by

by Christina Morley

Our Lives are Like Stories

Our lives are like stories acted out in a play
Yet at times those stories get jumbled in some way
Maybe we read the wrong script or misread how it goes
And then find ourselves caught in the middle of life’s throws

To him that overcomes is victory living
Our strength comes from God and He keeps on giving
No man can go down where God cannot go
And God is a jealous God, His love He will show

If we miss out on the best, that’s not the end to our story
All things work together for the good to God’s glory
He came to give us life and life abundantly
It’s a joy-filled life He’s given both you and me

He knows we’ll get hurt and experience life’s stings
So He reminds us not to focus on these things
But to focus on Him is life evermore
And He’ll bring us to that glorious shore

The story is not over, it’s just begun
The race is not finished till the crown is won

by Christina Morley