Lord, you know there’s times I’ve tried to run
But now I come to give You thanks for all You’ve done.
I don’t know why it is I couldn’t see before
That the hands that were reaching out to me were Yours.
I guess that sometimes pride gets in the way—
We turn aside to try to hide the pain.
So much is lost I know You gave Your life to gain,
So now I come to give thanks in Your name.
Now when my little girls ask how to see You,
How can they really know that You’re around.
You’ve given me an answer I can share with them—
They can see You in Your people—
That’s where You’re found.
Thank You, Lord, for all You’ve done.
You gave me friends that brought me hope again.
Their kindness and their mercy
Were like water to the thirsty.
I’ve seen You in my friends
And I thank You, Lord.
Teresa Norman 1988
Broken pieces gathered together
Reflecting the love of the Father of Light
Each carries a portion
Of the grace that sustains us-
Brings beauty from ashes,
And songs of deliverance
In the darkest of nights.
We have been rescued
From the things that have shattered
The lives that we thought we had planned.
Brought back from destruction
Redeemed and forgiven
Made vessels of honor
To be held in His hands.
Light of the spirit
Shine in our darkness
Bring forth Your beauty and light
May these broken pieces
Empowered by your mercy
Serve with rejoicing
Listen with humility
Walk in love out into the night
Teresa Norman June 2017
Our lives are as a tapestry
He weaves the threads so knowingly.
We don’t always understand
‘Cause we don’t see the Master’s plan.
We walk together yet alone-
The load each carries is his own
(Although sometimes we share the joy and pain).
Others have walked before us
On this road we’re traveling on.
By learning from their stories
We can see what makes you strong!
They left us Steps to follow
To a better way to live.
They shared what they were given-
Now we’ve got something to give!
When they look into our eyes
And see His love (they’re not despised)-
Their human pain and brokenness we share.
Our lives a portrait that He weaves,
His grace together we receive.
Together is much better than alone!
Even when the road looks long
And the mountains hard to climb,
If we’re walking with our brother
There’s a strength that we can find!
It’s the strength that comes from giving away
The grace we’re given today
And sharing our lives
Ina fellowship of friends.
(written for a funeral-can’t remember the year)