Apostolic Thoughts

My worship is this Without music or score Without poem or speech I bow at Your feet When my knees cannot bend I can’t get to the floor My worship is this Only You I adore I carry my worship In my innermost part No orchestra needed It flows from the heart Though music is nice Too much can distract And the words can help But they don’t aways impact My heart bows before you My mind will find peace For You are my master My Lord, Prince of peace The great reconciler Of our sin and

It's a day not like others Cold hearts jealous Hard words Icy eyes No backing up No knife no sword But the stabbing never stops Blood without bleeding Though the flower hasn't faded The field parched and dry Wrinkles crease Wells run dry Water gone Love gone Fear as thick as night I saw someone die today

Come a little closer Come step into the light I won’t ask you any questions I’ll just sit here by your side You don’t need to even know Me Just need to trust your heart I have always known you I have known you from the start In the womb where I have formed you I have called you by your name Though you know little about me You just need to speak My Name You may know Me as Issa Or the Ever Present One Y’Shua HaMeshiach Is just one of my names The wounded risen One Some even cal

Floating Gently floating down Floating down Down to the ground The leaves are falling Falling down Falling gently to the ground As days change The air’s a chill Too cool to enjoy The morning thrill Of coffee, of chat Of patio flowers Of outdoor prayer The leaves are falling The petals did fade The roses, petunias begonias are gone The tiny garden of beauty we made Floating Gently blowing away Blowing, blowing, blowing Autumn’s on the move Cooling down Getting colder Winter’s