My rock

The waves like roaring beasts struck,
at the rock which I stood.
In the moment of anxiety, I looked,
at those devouring waves, relentless.

Then came a powerful gentle voice,
in my heart it echoed,
am I the rock where you stands on?
am I the rock who guards your feet?

Hey waves ! See the Lion of Judah !
My rock and my salvation,
When He spoke you came to be,
Now when He speaks, you stay firm.

I have but loved you

Then the tempter came,
With his deceiving smile,
sowed the seeds of hatred,
In a heart already burdened.

Then I roamed about in my heart,
in that treacherous labyrinth,
watering the seeds,
the tempter sown.

Then came the light,
from the cross,
that lightened my heart,
where darkness dwelled.

I saw my master,
in that rugged cross,
a perfect substitute,
for my heavenly debts.


Then came a voice,
gentle and powerful,
from that rugged cross,
"I have but loved you"

Behold you tempter,
You are defeated,
For in Christ,
I have no enemies.

"I have but loved you,"
says my master. 

(These words gave me immense joy when my heart was troubled with repulsive feelings of hatred. I looked at cross where Christ defeated all the hatred.
All he had for the poor Roman soldiers who flogged him brutally was love.
They looked for vengeance in his eyes, but he prayed to his Father to forgive them. My master loved, loved, loved and gave himself in love.)

My song

Be thou my song that fills my heart,
Bring with thee that influx of joy.
Oh! I am weary and tired my Lord,
Be thou my song that carries my pain.
Oh! I am but a breath of air,
But then, I am with my song.