El Roi (The God Who Sees Me)

Now that the storm is over
You’re not hunkered down
An apparent calmness reigns,
Takes the victor’s crown.

‘It’s no slight thing’
That you’re still here
Where others have fallen away.

The same God
Who brings the storms
Is the One who saves.

Now that it’s back to normal
You’ve got a life to live
Surrender comes in the aftermath
Of a raging fit.

It’s no slight thing
That you went through it
When He could’ve left you alone.

The same God
Who pleases with gifts
Is the One who sits enthroned.

Now that your life looks different
The storm having marked you hard
Don’t equivocate just go with,
Commit to His regard.

It’s no slight thing
To go forward
Embracing what comes next.

The same God
Who sees you
Will not His child neglect.


For all the new mamas: “I love these little people; and it is not a slight thing when they, who are so fresh from God, love us.”
Charles Dickens

El Roi (see Genesis 16)


Let me enter into Your rest Lord
Where thoughts subside at last.
Where peace floods o’er
Like a tide to shore
That doesn’t ebb or wane.

Oh soul wait patiently
It’ll happen yet.
All in God’s own time.
His answer is “yes” to the prayers
In which His will and ours align.

For such longing there’s hope
For His mercy is never late
But appears just on the morn
For our refuge and friend comes rushing in
To calmly silence the storm.

Oh glorious rest may I enter soon
Become lost in the length of His arms
Once there look around
Quite glad to be found
“Safe and secure from all alarms”.

(Showalter and Hoffman)
> https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leaning_on_the_Everlasting_Arms

Telling It

“Go tell it on the mountain”
And on the streets today
Our Lord is alive
He has conquered the grave!

Go tell it to everyone
“God has made a way.
Turn and receive Jesus
Be reconciled today.”

Go tell it in the schoolyard
Where children go without
When ours is the greatest news
That one has to tout.

Go tell it in the workplace
Why do we tread in fear?
Ours is the best news
One could ever hear.

Go tell it on the ball field
While others shout in vain
We can speak the words of peace
That Jesus came to save.

Go tell it in the churches
Where assumption overrides
The thought that one so close
Is being passed by.

Go tell it in the hospitals
Where sickness seems to reign
Help someone see the truth
The news of eternal gain.

Go tell it in the homes
Of beset families
Where hope seems lost
In the face of plenty.

Go tell it in government places
Where good people hide away
When they’ve been given voices
But have become political slaves.

Go tell it over yonder
Across the oceans vast
In every country, in every language
Let’s not deny our task.


Matthew 28:16-20
Mark 16:15-16

“Go Tell it on the Mountain”, song by John Wesley Work, Jr. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Go_Tell_It_on_the_Mountain_(song)

Hope in The Lord

As for me I’ll always have hope
I’ll praise You more and more;
I’ll praise You through the worst of life
I’ll praise You though I’m torn.

At times it’s not what I want
I want to scream or cry
But You, God of all wisdom
Tell me what is right.

As for me I’ll always have hope
I’ll praise You all the more;
The pestilent culture cannot confine
What my heart has stored.

When we find we’re hiding out
Cause living seems too much
That is when we need to praise
To thank Him for His love.

As for me I’ll always have hope
For my hope is in the Lord;
The One who in wondrous mercy
Forwent His adored.

To praise Him is to be humble
To remember who we are
In doing this, those places rent
Begin to be restored.


As for me, I will always have hope; I will praise you more and more. Psalm 71:14

“Our Love’s in Jeopardy”

‘Hope is a dangerous thing’ Red says.
I know this.
So comfortable we become in our situation,
Though it’s not a good place to be, it still is what you know.
What you don’t know, what you can’t see
You fear.
What’s inside the safety of these walls –
Where sure demons strike at you
Coming at night or in the darkness of isolation – it’s not new to you.
Hope, that grand thing,
Has plunged men into debt, into marriages, into jobs
That earn dollars for an existence that doesn’t satisfy. 
Why hope, lots have been written about you,
Sung from your springs
But your voice falls flat
As it falls from the rooftop
Where you gave an awesome view of our transcendence.
There’s no mercy
Once you start with hope.
Now faith, it comes by hearing.
It enters, implanting itself
Taking root in an otherwise doomed situation.
Faith sprouts, birthing spores of true hope
Cause honey, hope ain’t nothing by itself.


So faith comes from hearing, and hearing through the word of Christ. Romans 10:17
Where then is my hope? and as for my hope who shall see it? Job 17:15

Steal Back the Stage

Are you “knee deep in the hoopla”
Doing what you do
Going about your business
But never bearing fruit

Busyness steals our hearts
When we leave no wiggle room
Going from one thing to another
Without a pause or two

Our hearts are prone to straying
To focus on worldliness
When all the while God is saying
“Come to Me and rest.”

How are we supposed to make it
What is one to do
When there’s a deadline looming
And bills to sort through

Do we drop everything
Say no I can’t today
Or is there something else,
A much better way

Funny but it’s not easy
To simplify
But over time you can change
The way you live your life.

In prayer and with perseverance
Work to reposition things
For making practical changes
Can lead to heavenly gains.


Rush, You Fool

You call me in the dead of night
Woo without a sound
Provoking the cry of my heart,
For its aching to be found.

Why do I wait when such unburdening
Would only serve me well,
When anxiety would cease within
As I’m lost in mercy’s spell?

Oh Lord forgive this stubborn heart
That thwarts time and again
Betraying when You’re its help,
Indeed its closest friend.

Oh sweet Jesus, crown of heaven
In You is where life lives
It breathes and thrives in us in kind
Full of love to give.

Oh sweet Jesus, my soul’s respite
Oh hear my heart’s reply
It’s thankful now, consumed with how
You’ve not left it to die.

So call me in the dead of night
Call me night or day
I will rush into Your arms
Thankful there to stay.

– DRadaker