I come to You naked and poorAt my wits end, I hit the floor
I raise my hands in open submission
Tears spill out in my frustration
What do You do with me, Lord
How can I go on
Success in the crucified flesh
Seems so far away
Will I make it to the end
And You still be my Friend
I scarcely believe it be so
But sweetly and tenderly
You wrap Your arms round me
Reassuring me in the work
Lifting my eyes to meet Yours
Won’t you see My child
Tis I who spreads the fragrant aroma
Tis I who sets the captives free
Tis I who loves you tenderly
The work is in My hands






























This is the tree in our back yard. It's always the first to turn.
This is out our road towards the end. It's always beautiful there this time of year. You drive under a canopy of color.
This is the wonderful drive I had on the way back from church. 
















