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

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

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

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 

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

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

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