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A Lonely Soul's Prayer
By Paul Martin

The day drags on and on
As I go through life alone
Some say I will find my love
She will come from up above

But doubts hang over me
Like a scary bad dream
I don't know what to say
All I know to do is pray.

Bring me a woman..
Who is full of truth and grace
Bring me a helper
Who will be with me for always
Provide me with wisdom
That I may understand her ways
Help me to be an endless confident.
A constant source of encouragement.
And may our love be a witness to your life
A ray of hope in the darkest night.

I stand here looking into her eyes
And joy feels me up in side.
I never thought love could be so true
I am so amazed by her love for you

We walk together hand and hand
Each day we find a new place to stand
All our hopes and dreams lay ahead
And in you there is no fear or dread.

Show me how to be a godly man
Who is full of truth and grace
Teach me to be a helper
Who will be with her for always
Provide her with wisdom
That she may understand my ways
Help her to be a endless confident.
A constant source of encouragement.
And may our love be a witness to your life
A ray of hope in the darkest night.

Listen
By Paul Martin

Thoughts flood my mind
As I seek to find my way
I’m running out of time
As the night ends the day

Decisions burden my head
Confusion lurks in my thoughts
I can’t see the road ahead?
Why am I so distraught??

Am I to busy to be still?
Did I forget my God is real?

Lord, teach me to know your voice.
Open my ears to your words
I am a sheep in a land of noise
Where moral lines are blurred
Lord come, and be my shepherd
Be the light unto my path
Spirit come, and be my helper
Be the voice in the midst of wrath.
Teach me how to listen
Teach me how to hear

Economic woes flood the news
As fear runs through many hearts
A charismatic man steps into view
To some he is a light in the dark

Citizens stare at the news shows
Looking for some hope for peace
Many begin to question what they know,
As food becomes too dangerous to eat.

Lord, teach us to know your voice.
Open our ears to your words
We are sheep in a land of noise
Where moral lines are blurred
Lord come, and be our shepherd
Be the light unto our path
Spirit come, and be our helper
Be the voice in the midst of wrath.
Teach us how to listen
Teach us how to hear

What About The Love of God?
By Paul Martin

He turned to people of the Cross
And all they did was say get loss.
He confided in a godly man
And got a Bible thrown at him.

Now he sits there in a dark lonely room
Absorbing its all consuming gloom
His heart is broken and alone
All his hope in life is gone.

What about the love of God?
When did we become the judging stone?
What about the grace of God?
Do we have the rights to heavens throne?
How can we turn our heads?
When we were called to love and forgive.
How can we live like this?
When Christ died for all our sins.
When will this madness end?
Whatever happened to love of God?

She came in the door a little late.
And all eyes stared as she took her place.
In a moment whispers filled the air.
As gossip flew freely from ear to ear.

There she sits on a lonely pew.
Absorbing in the hatred stew.
Her heart is now cold and hard
As her soul adds another scar.

What about the love of God?
When did we become the judging stone?
What about the grace of God?
Do we have the rights to heavens throne?
How can we turn our heads?
When we were called to love and forgive.
How can we live like this?
When Christ died for all our sins.
When will this madness end?
Whatever happened to love of God?

7:00 A.M. By Paul Martin

7:00A.M. and we’re out the door,

Running to hit the office floor

Phone rings, and emails collide

As we make money for our lives.

We are all stuck in an endless rut

Our minds are filled with a lot of stuff.

Have we lost sight of what is real?

Did we get blinded by the prize wheel?

Deep inside there is a pleading voice.

It begs us to remember a Father’s choice.

How He sent His only son to die.

That we may have eternal life.

The Gospel is waiting to be heard

We need to preach it to our selves.

And carry it to the ends of the earth.

This truth is for hands, and not for shelves

Come let us run the race with perseverance

May we not grow weary when times are grim?

A day is coming when we will be like Him.

And we will see Him in a glorious appearance.