Show Me the Way to Joy

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Seize my sorrow, living God.

Heal my wounds.

Draw me to your table.

In my weakness and grief, Holy Spirit intercede,

for on my own strength, I’m not able.

Why, oh why, oh God, are beautiful hearts struck down?

What do we do with the life left over?

Would you add it to my own? Sometimes I’d rather go home.

So here we are, God. Where do we go from here?

Show me the way to joy.

when I can’t see it from where I am.

Show me the way to joy.

I want to find it, but I’m not sure I can.

Show me the way to joy,

along with the rest of the weary.

I’m trusting your word

to show me the way to joy.

Despite me, my heart’s still beating.

Despite me, my heart’s still beating.

And the sun you made, like an old window shade,

rolls up out of the East and warms me.

You gotta crawl before you walk.

You gotta walk before you dance.

You gotta crawl before you walk, they say.

You gotta crawl before you walk,

so God, let’s you and me have a talk.

Today I’ve decided to live, so will you help me take the next step forward?

I’m unsteady, but I’ve decided to trust you.

Show me the way to joy,

when I can’t see it from where I am.

Show me the way to joy,

I want to find it, but I’m not sure I can.

Show me the way to joy,

along with the rest of the weary.

I’m trusting your word

to show me the way to joy.

Now I’m starting to feel alive.

Though you defeated death, it’s not always easy to believe.

Can I take hold of what I can’t see with my two eyes?

Can faith teach my heart to perceive?

Show me the way to joy,

when I can’t see it from where I am.

Show me the way to joy,

I want to find it, but I’m not sure I can.

Show me the way to joy,

along with the rest of the weary.

I’m trusting your word

to show me the way to joy.

I’m finding the way to joy.

©Joel Tipple
#8/15

The World On Your Shoulders

You’ve got a little more of the world on your shoulders

today than you did yesterday.

And even though you know it’s the best you can do

sometimes you find it hard to pray.

You could close your eyes to the war outside;

it’s often so far from your door,

but the news leaks in or blows through with the wind,

so you can’t look away anymore.

Now it’s there on your shoulders.

Heavy where the light should be.

Challenging your tranquility

with its relentless gravity.

It’s hard to face the world with a smile

when you’ve got the world on your shoulders.

It’s hard to walk that extra mile

with your feet stuck in the sand.

Turn to the one who can help you

with that weight on your shoulders

when it’s hard to breathe

or understand.

You’re running out of joy

and out of touch with the father.

On your own the journey’s all uphill,

and farther.

Seek the power of the Holy Spirit

for all the pain you feel around you,

every sickness, every fight,

every child caught in-between.

Stand in the gap for those left undefended,

all those chased by the cold and biting wind.

Advocate before God for the powerless,

who only know defeat.

Know your burden as well

for those who think they have it made,

whose castles have yet to be plundered

by circumstance or age.

Our faith is often misplaced

in the temporal, tomorrow’s dust.

What today is bright and gleaming

will be another day’s rust.

There’s no insurance sold by man

that can buy us away from death.

Only one, Jesus Christ, already paid our debt.

Take Jesus to the world, as you’re awakened by your burden.

Purpose to share, as God opens doors.

To a hope starved world, bring salvation’s message;

that’s what the weight is for.

When the fog and darkness gather, be the beacon that lights the way

for those adrift, astray or aimless

through the rocks to a welcoming shore.

Neither run from your burden

with its overwhelming weight

or allow its avalanche

to chase your heart till it breaks.

Take all to God

who knows every heart.

Take your instructions from the maker

who has prepared your part.

©Joel Tipple
#7/15