Good Things Good things that take best place Good things that are needed known and loved. Good things Like gathering with Your own. Good things like The washing water of the Word. Good things Like good gifts with little feet. God things like This man’s hand in mine. Good
Just hold my hand When the waves rise When the pain lies When accuser tries Just hold my hand. Just hold my hand When the rain drives When adversity strives When we take sides Just hold my hand. Just hold my hand When fear looms large When panic’s in
Do you know what I saw today? I saw normal fall apart. When husband’s job ended. But as normal left, Solid things, Good things Remained. Like boulders in the tide Or oaks in the wind. My daughter worshiping Hands open, eyes closed, heart soft Voice resonant. The still small
How can I remember If in dying He forgot? How can I be trembling If my soul His dying bought? He said to remember His dying and His life, He will not remember My iniquity and strife. So when we remember With cup and with the bread, We know that
The “ought” was implied. The “should” was aloud. The “ought” laced the question, The “should,” no mere suggestion. The “ought” spoke of death. The “ought” dried up my soul. The “ought” spoken in “should” Drowned out all that “could.” Does my Lord long for slaves? Men and women obligated, afraid?