Tuesday, June 25, 2013

MY QUIET TIME

I 'm overwhelmed this quiet time
I find it hard to comprehend
That He Who formed the universe
Should stoop to be my Special Friend

The angels round His throne may sing
Proclaiming glory to the King
But when redemption's work was done
He claimed me as His chosen son.

The message of His love proclaims:
The door of Grace is open wide!”
And all who come in Jesus' name
Are called to be His special Bride.

But why should He have chosen me
A hopeless slave of sin and shame
I cannot understand such grace
But praise and magnify His name.

So while I'm sitting here alone
I bow in worship and in praise
To Him who sits in heaven's throne
Both now and through eternal days.
--B. Pent

Monday, June 17, 2013

LET ME CRY ON YOUR SHOULDER

Loneliness met me this morning
Life seemed so empty and gray
Time came along to torment me
Leaving me helpless all day.

I was afraid to go further
Walking this valley alone
Fear and despair my companions
Seeking for grace to be shown.

Then I called out in my anguish
Out of the depth of despair:
"Is there a hand that can rescue
Will you come answer my prayer?"

Please let me cry on your shoulder
Help drive this darkness away
Then I will stand in the sunlight
Knowing real joy for the day.
--B. Pent

Friday, June 14, 2013

DADDY! COME HOME!

The house seems so empty
Since you went away
You promised to call me
And come back to stay
But time has forgotten
I feel so alone
Oh daddy! Oh daddy!
Why don't you come home?

I thought you loved mommy
She cared about you
The struggles you're facing
Seemed only a few
But love's disappointments
Had torn you apart
Oh daddy! Oh daddy!
Come back to my heart.

I have only memories
To comfort my days
The tears keep on flowing
I live in a daze.
I wanted my daddy
To give me away
And walk down the Isle
On my wedding day.

I pray every morning
That you will come back
And help heal the hurting
From bitterness past.
God's love can unite us
Restoring the flame
Oh daddy! Oh daddy!
Please call on His name.

--B. Pent

Monday, June 10, 2013

LORD,SEND THE RAIN!

We hear of distant thunder clouds
We long for later rain.
Our barren souls are thirsty, Lord
For showers to remain.

Remove the guilt our sin has caused
And with repentant heart
May love begin to flow again
And never more depart.

The Master waits to open wide
The floodgates of His grace
So that the message of the cross
May reach each tribe and race.


REFRAIN
Lord, let the showers of heaven descend
Pour out the oil of joy again.
Breathe through our hearts your love today
And may your waiting Church obey.
--B. Pent 

Saturday, June 8, 2013

WHEN TRIALS COME

In every life some clouds will form
And tears may fall like summer rain
The questions that bring most distress
Are wounds that rob us of our rest.

The loss when we must say goodbye
To those we hold so very dear
And never have another chance
To bid farewell or give them thanks.

Yet far more painful are the words
That crush the spirit from a friend
Creating anguish and despair
When they no longer seem to care.

Is there a lesson we can learn
When uninvited trials come?
Is God concerned with my distress
As I walk through this wilderness?

His answer echoes loud and clear
He is conforming us to Him
So we can clearly point the way
To others who might go astray.

So don’t forget when storm clouds come
God’s promised rainbow will appear
And you will shine far brighter still
As you reflect His glorious will

---B. Pent

Tuesday, June 4, 2013

WHY NOT PRAY?

I knocked at your door this morning
"Could We meet together in prayer?"
I knew the pressures you're facing
Were needing the touch of My care.

I stood there waiting beside you
But you were too busy to ask
Thinking the choice you were making
Was the easiest part of the task.

Decisions resulted in conflict
Confusion filled most of your day
While quietly I tried to whisper:
“My peace would have pointed the way!”

So now that your day is soon over
Disrupted by strain and despair
I would like once again to ask you:
"Could we meet together in prayer?”

--B. Pent

Saturday, June 1, 2013

FEELING LOST?

There are times life has no meaning
Like a ship that’s tempest tossed
Without sail or sturdy rudder
In the darkness can be lost.

What seemed once a sunny future
With a vision bright and clear
Quickly turns to disappointment
From a sudden wave of fear.

Broken dreams can break the spirit
When all hope seems torn away
And the soul cries out in anguish
For some light along the way.

Then a voice speaks through the darkness
As the Captain calms the storm
Bringing back the broken vessel
Till she lands safe on the shore

Now I find when trouble threatens
To destroy my trust in Him
I just call out to my Captain
To control my life within.

--B. Pent