Mercy comes.

Always merciful
©1-25-12 Hannah McLean

In life we find
both hills and vales
Our feet on ground
of fleece or nails
Sometimes we wave
sometimes we cling
Our hearts both weep
and also sing
You know the place
our feet must trod
You know all things
for You are God
And all the hours
on our knees
You see and
answer faithfully
You’ll lead us ‘round or
carry us through
For mercy always
flows from You

I cast myself upon His Mercy

I cast myself upon His Mercy
©1-8-12 Hannah McLean

Oh cumbersome thoughts of today
and memories of time past
Oh burdensome worries for tomorrow
and fears too weighty to be carried
Oh troublesome companions of this life
and enemies that seek opportunity
you would conquer this weary soul
and crush this fainting spirit to dust

But
I cast myself upon His Mercy
He is enough

“Stand up,” He says
“Stand up in Jesus.”
His mighty hand can
reach down to the depths of me
that I may rise in entirety

Oh whom shall I fear
when Grace has made a way
that I may stand in the presence of
the One with power over my forever

Set free that I may worship
serve
rejoice

Covered in the blood of the Lamb
ashes wash away
for a beautiful headdress
and a garment of praise
adorned by the One who saves

“You are Mine.”
He says

“Thank You for having me.”
is my reply
as tears spill
upon His feet

poemettes [ie small poems] from my journal. :)

©hannah mclean 2011

stir in me
mighty rushing waters
that from the depth of me
may rise
and out of my lips pour
rivers of life

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i walk with You alone
my steps often unseen
by those who stand around me
i am FOR You alone

flattening myself
on the ground at Your feet
so as to cast no shadow
nor stand between anything
and Your radiant light

visible desiring to be invisible
that the invisible may be seen

You move in and through me
a vessel for Your glory
to present You
my Desire
to display You
my Worth
that You may be beheld

ALL for You
o Pearl of Greatest Price

---

oh You
of worth and adoration
let us adorn You with praise

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set me ablaze
with Your fiery Spirit
consumed from the inside out
burn away what can be shaken
destroy what can be taken
till i stand in glorious array,
all ashes blown away,
for a headdress of beauty
and a garment of praise
Lord, set me ablaze

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Love of all love
poured down from above
into the arms of a woman
and into the hearts of man

come and adore Him
kneel down before Him

behold His hands
not yet pierced through
behold His face
not yet shining its resurrected glory

Hope of all hope
Life and Light eternal
may i never cease to
offer You praise of all praise