As kids we ran and played
Pretended and tried things out
We kept what belonged
In our lives and the rest
Fell away unnoticed
We became who we are
By all that we did
Or what was done to us
As young adults, we went
On a hunt to find ourselves
And learn, by testing
Who our childhood had made
It sometimes works and
Other times becomes
A search that never really ends
For those of us who know
Exactly who we are
Sometimes life still swallows up
That identity and we need
A reminder of who we are
And where we’ve come from
Those reminders come at
Unexpected times and echo down
Deep into our souls
Resonating with what we know
But have forgotten
Or buried deep inside
Under all the crud that
Piles up in life
No matter how assured
Or how secure we are
There will come a time
When we look around and need
To be reminded of who we are

Loved, Healed, Yours

The heat boils around me
Pressing in like the weight
Of all that I need to do
The burdens I can’t keep
Carrying for the weight
Is breaking my spine
Bowing me before
Age has had time to
Take its toll
You come rushing in
Lord Jesus, like a cool wind
You take the weight
Off of my shoulders
You heal the pain
That has stooped me
At a young age
You lift my head
And lead me in a life
Free from the weight
Of guilt and shame
You take their weight
You take the chains
That bind them to me
And you break them
Into a million pieces
Shattering my pain
Like it had shattered me
You lift my head
And teach me to walk
Upright again
Loved, healed, Yours

My Father

My Father is the greatest
He leads me through life
Holding me when I hurt
He never stops loving me
No matter how bad I mess up
He’s always there for
Every celebration
For every triumph
My Father is my God
Who lives beyond this
World can ever understand
Heavenly Father,
Happy Father’s Day
I love you, Daddy

Conditioned Response

All our lives, we learn
We grow and make habits
Until we’re conditioned
To respond in the way
We’ve made our usual way
Lord God, retrain me
To respond to all things
In Your way, with Your love
Make You my only
Conditioned response
Break the habits
I have made for me
That push You away
Putting distance
Between us, weighing me
Down with burdens
I’m not meant to carry
Make You and Your love
Bringing You glory my only
Conditioned response


My hope is supplied
From an unending source
That flows without ceasing
Though I sometimes
Forget and unhook the hose
And cry out when it’s me
Who disconnected the line
Feeding me what I need
And in hunger for what
I know I need, I panic
And shake with fear
Thinking I’ve lost
My way, my supply
But the real truth always
Comes back around when
I take a moment to stop
And to breathe
And I see that the hose
The connection to my supply
Has always been ready,
Right there in my hand
Waiting to plug
Right back into
My unending supply

Taken In

Brought into the family
The family of God
A home where I can live
And never have to go
To leave and not come back
God welcomes us all
I have been taken in
Taken into the family of God
The Lord above
Who created the world
The author of life
He opens His arms
And welcomes us all
With His great love
I have been adopted
I have been taken in