I met Hubert through another web administrator. Coming in contact with his writing has made me look at my faith again and again. He challenges me in very part of my Christian walk.
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You have the right!
You have the right to remain quiet!
You have the right to lay down your life, to be crucified with Christ, yet live!
You have the right to view "all" things you thought gain as loss for the sake of knowing Christ!
You have the right to His righteousness, through the Cross! Not to come to Him in your own ways.
You have the right to die to self, that salvation you might gain.
You have the right to be buried with Him in baptism, and be raised again in newness of life!
You have the right to eternal life, if you truthfully choose Christ!
You have the right to humble everything of you!
You have the right to turn away from the world that owns you!
You have the right to repent deep down, even to the dirt!
You have the right to cry to God even screaming, that you hurt so deep inside,
where you try to hide, so that no one will ever know your pride and unbelief. [He is God not you.]
You have the right to come and cry, cry to understand.
You have the right to seek and pray that He will make you stand before His throne,
when you're alone and need someone to lean on!
Oh, you have the right!
But if you choose this choice instead, you'll have the right to sin and self till dead.
And then you'll see so differently, the rights you had you threw away!
Now here's the state that you will find, you will guide your ways
by your own mind, and every day will pass away,
and you will have nothing of heaven's stake.
You'll be left alone to wonder on,
self-deceived, self on your throne,
and you'll soon find, 'reprobate mind,'
there's nothing of God, that you can find
in the landscape of your heart!
The day will come - it does to all,
when down at death's door you fall,
and when you arise on judgment day,
then you'll face the one You turned away -
for your own will, friend, or family. Whatever it was
No longer will be between you and Him,
when you alone there stripped and bare
will stand before His glorious throne,
He'll say to you, "Now testify!"
You'll tell the truth, and not one lie;
"I had the right! To live for Me!
I had the Right to be Free!
I had My own philosophies!
I had the right to all of these!
I had the right to my own will!
I had the right to turn from You!
I had the Right! To My friends you know!
I had the Right! God! To family!
You never heard one of My prayers!
When I was hurt no one was there.
You never told Me that it would be hard!
I didn't believe enough to change My heart,
and mind. And I didn't come to be baptized.
I know I was told without one lie!
I didn't seek your Holiness,
I didn't truly cry out to you - like this!
Now is see what You spoke of! and I truly see
That You are love. I wish I would have listened twice,
instead of following my own lies and alibis!"
Your testimony is now through. Here is the sentence over you.
"Take this one in front of Me, cut her in two, here before Me,
Then cast Him away into the pit ,
Better they learn the fear of the LORD while they may yet repent!"
© Hubert Rondeau
I Want You To Write for Me
-- I want you to write for Me, For Me, Son!
I'd be glad to Father, I'd be glad to.
I could write about pigpens and being hungry;
I can write about spending my life in immorality;
I can write about wasting my inheritance on pleasurous living;
I can write about the blind, and the leaders of the blind;
I can write on being hungry; I can write on being poor;
I can write about satan stealing my life, by lying to people about me,
then having people lie about me to others too;
I can write about a broken wounded body, and a heart that cries out to You, Lord;
I can write of being lonely, even in a room that's filled!
I can write about being lost, like a little child all alone,
when everyone around doesn't care, and no one will take him home.
I can write about a sick child, alone and rejected by them all,
mocked and teased for being dumb, and not able to play ball.
I can write about a little boy now grown into a man,
who doesn't know one thing to do that will turn out right again!
I can write about that child who doesn't know who I am.
Father, what do You want me to write?
You can write about My promises, that to you I've made;
that when your parents reject you, I will take you in.
You can write about My precious blood that I shed for you, Son.
You can write about being born of God for this gift I've given you.
You can write of glory, and of love for your enemies,
for the rejoicing of your heart when you suffer because of me.
You can write that this world hates you, cause you are not it's own.
You can write that you don't like it here, and cry out to come home.
You can write greater love hath no man, than he lay down his life, for another one,
a son, daughter, husband, wife, this I've truly done.
You can write of all I've done from start until the end,
for I've put in you eternity, Son, you can write again.
You can write with the fire, that I'll put in your pen,
my flames will jump and burn the chaff from the hearts of men.
I will be beside you each and every day,
to watch and work My word to you, and to straighten your way.
My flame will burn so brightly, that many will be drawn
they will come to see, just what is going on.
You can write of pure white walls, without and within,
of precious blood and healing, Son, in the presence of the King.
Take your pen and bring me glory,
take and write your Father's name.
Take your pen and say that He is Holy!
Take your pen, Son, once again.
Take your pen, Son, once again, you can write;..Abba, Father, Daddy
© Hubert Rondeau
A Shadowed Road
I walked along a shadowed road the shadow was despair,
I drug along this heavy load, taking everywhere.
I never knew there was a life apart from such a pain,
until I found the cross of Christ, and that He rose again.
I entered to Gethsemane and I bowed down to pray,
Rose up and took my cup and turned to walk away.
I thought I live in Gethsemane, and as I went to go,
I knew I had to drink this cup, my cup was from the Lord.
Through many trials and tests, the way we enter in
And through a broken heart the way is made within
So I drink this My Father has prepared, and one day
Filled with fresh new wine, I drink it at home with Him.
© HUBERT RONDEAU
A Picture
A picture.
Just a reflection of an image.
What image comes to your mind
Of the day that you stand before the Lord,
at the judgment seat of Christ?
Lord, I want to be Holy,
Your word says "Be Holy for I am Holy."
I want to be Holy, I pray again Lord.
Consecrate me wholly unto Thee.
For You have seen all that I've done,
every battle lost, and every battle won,
You have seen my hearts wounds,
some put there by self, and some by others, too.
You know what I've won and lost,
my toil, shame, and pain,
I've counted everything as loss,
that salvation I might gain.
To me all now is rubbish,
and set out for the fire ,
No value in one earthly thing, You are my one desire.
All things are for consuming in the fire of Your wrath,
cause men would set their hearts on them,
and turn away from Your true wealth.
For You are all consuming Lord, yet You are everything,
You are my redeemer, You are my precious king.
All I have I lay before You, You are my all in all,
So I come and pray before You Lord, hold me close lest I should fall.
There is nothing in the bottom
of that pit from where I've come,
Not one thing of value,
nothing to bring home.
I bring my life to You today,
please wash and sanctify,
and make me Holy
in Jesus precious blood I pray
and take my sin away
remove from me my life long stain
and sanctify me once again.
I pray in Jesus name Amen.
There is nothing else on this earth worth anything at all ,
but Jesus Christ and Christ alone. He is the all in all.
He is the everlasting one. He is everything to me.
Lord sanctify me by Your word,
Your word is truth.
© Hubert Rondeau
The Year of Unimport
It was the year of unimport in a land not far away,
A very notable fellow they laid to rest that day.
The preacher then was speaking. This he had to say,
"Dearly beloved we are gathered here today to send away,
This one time mighty man to his final resting place."
I knew that man of which he spoke, a scoundrel and a cheat,
and well could see him at the throne before the Master's feet.
I heard weeping, gnashing, groaning, and I sensed the pain,
and the terror of his judgment, while I heard the preacher say,
"He was a fine man, a good man," and many other lie.
As the people all were taken in. O what a lullaby!
I heard the sound of many waters rushing overhead,
and my heart pounded in my chest from knowing such a dread!
This man had gone to face alone the Mighty Lord of Hosts.
Never having ever stopped to put the Master first;
The terror of his first and final meeting with our God,
screams of horror I could almost hear coming from afar.
O preacher, don't you pacify, and send them all to hell,
tell the truth of Christ our Lord, that without Him all will fall
Into everlasting torment, torture ,and despair,
Preacher, their blood is on your head if you don't even dare
to tell the truth, and not to lie! And no one to impress!
That every sinner goes to fire, and none of them to rest!
In a vision I saw the man, his judgment now complete,
in terror, pain, and anguish, screaming,
and with eternal burning, within and without.
In a thousand degrees of eternal fire, and total darkness.
Many years later, I look again, still I see him there
Not consumed but burning still, not going anywhere!
O sinner don't you mock at Christ Jesus who you'll meet,
for eternal burnings are the future of all the arrogant,
The proud the rebel and every liar. Away with all the evil ones,
for they are not of the Father. They are the devil's sons.
So bow your heads, and do repent,
confess to Jesus Christ your sins,
and your judgment He'll relent!
But if you continue in your sinful way,
know this for certain then,
In fire you will pay for every, every sin.
© HUBERT RONDEAU
The Cross in Sight
What should I write, the Cross in sight.
And who should be upon it?
You or Me upon that tree,
Which one of us has earned it?
I see some stains when I look at you,
But too well I know, you see mine, too!
So whatever should both I and you really seek to see?
Except the broken Body of one dear soul,
Who paid the total awful toll,
for you and also for me!
No longer look upon my sins,
No longer hover there,
You're not so lofty and without stain
When laid open, stripped and bare!
And I, too, should only dare to see whatever sin
Is left in me,
And choose to think within myself,
Lord, thank You that I'm healed.
© HUBERT RONDEAU
MIRROR
When I look into life's mirror, what there do I see?
Do I see a Man of God there, looking back at Me?
When I look into life's mirror, right into his eyes,
Do I see a man of faith there? Or one who lives a lie?
For the just shall live by faith, says He and righteousness, you know.
But do I see these in my steps, as down life's path I go?
As I look into life's mirror, can I see the way?
Can I see me on the cross, each and every day?
Can I see my saviour, as he dwells in me
Or can I see myself, fleeing Calvary?
For to live is Christ and to die is gain,
O death where is your victory?
O grave where is your sting?
© Hubert Rondeau
All of thy waves and billows have gone over Me!
Deep calls unto deep. Living water!
Washing over me.
Shattered vessel burst asunder, broken vessel filled again,
Again too deep for wading! Way to fast to drift and float
to powerful for man, The Mighty Holy Ghost!
Summon all your forces! Angels from on high, carry me to that water,
Baptize till I die! Carry me again My Lord, consumed in Holiness,
Brought forth by you precious blood . { living water this! }
No more flesh eternal, No more flesh at all ... I have come for
Life! I have heard your call!
© HR
The War Counsel
The war counsel was settled at last,
the battle plans had all been drawn,
the sacrificial lamb had been slain,
everything was done.
The Generals had all spoken, each one at his turn,
not a shadow had been overlooked, not a stone was left unturned.
All was ready and in order, the excitement you could taste,
the air around the throne electric with the burning of His grace.
This is why you're here, My son, that you too may know,
My Holy plan is settled, being set forth long ago.
The taste upon your tongue is fire with a metal tinge,
how else would you perceive the burning sword within?
You are here to learn just what is coming next;
The all consuming fire of my righteousness,
My bride has been asleep, and taken many lovers to her breast,
how does she in soiled garments feign before me righteousness?
Here I give Her warning, harden not your heart;
for the time of battle cries, upon us, to set forth to the mark.
To seek my face forever in all
In all that you must do,
to cast away unholy lovers,
that you've drawn near to you.
To rend your hearts,
and not your garments,
to humble soul and spirit!
I am the Lord, and I change not.
And no man can add to it!
HUBERT RONDEAU
Ye must be born again!
Ye must be born again, my friend O please, now won't you hear it.
The treasure of this flesh life is, that there is nothing to it!
For flesh gives birth to flesh and there is no reward,
for anything gained within this world that's separate from the Lord.
What must this babbler be saying, what's he speaking of?
For all men know were all OK - we have the Father's love!
For God so loved the world it says, that's all we really need,
But Jesus said repent and turn, from this wicked world be freed,
The flesh it profits nothing, nor friends, nor family.
If you deny to come and be converted, and hang on your own tree.
Then count your loss as gain, be crucified with Him
Conformed to Christ in suffering, and resurrection in the end.
What is the point to this dirge, what would I try to say?
The Spirit is life the flesh profits Nothing!
You, must be born again...
The Spirit 'searches' all things, yes, the deep things of God.
If any man has not the Spirit of Christ,
he belongeth not to God.
© HUBERT RONDEAU
I CAN SEE IT!
I can see it, but I can't touch it; and You want me to be clothed in it.
O, the pearl of greatest price, the glory, and the righteousness of Christ.
You said, "I am come to give you life and that more abundantly,"
this is eternal life, the life of the Spirit of Christ in Me.
I can see it, but I can't touch it, bogged down by this world's things.
My mind a whirling mass of clutter, of chaff and other things.
I can see it, but I can't touch it - what Lord shall I do?
My mind is split in half, Lord double-minded, too!
To many things upon me, this world is such a snare,
I want to live for Jesus only -my focus, love, and heart always and forever there.
How then shall I come to You and bridge this wretched gorge?
How, O how, Lord Jesus, I want to know you more!
To seek You and to know You, to walk with You is life.
To know You and to love You in Spirit and in truth.
To live the life eternal, to kiss The Son and live,
to circumvent His anger by living just for Him.
If we should walk in Him greater things than these to do, we'd surely
Walk on water, heal the sick, raise the dead, give sight to the blind, and preach the gospel too.
The Spirit is life, the flesh profits nothing, Lord, set us captives free,
And purge our minds with Holy fire, turn us back to thee.
Take this world's cares and deeds, and crucify them to us,
that we would live in Christ alone, and snares not hang onto us.
Kiss the Son, lest He be angry, and you perish from the way,
When His wrath is kindled but a little, blessed are they that
Put their trust in Him. Serve the Lord with fear and rejoice
With trembling, no more lukewarm walk with Christ, for He
Is everything...
© HUBERT RONDEAU
Fire!
There is fire in the house of God, and there is would on the fire.
The wood is all that you would of your own will, apart from the Spirit of God.
All that you would do, all that you would desire,
all that you would love, all that you would want!
Your would is His chaff, your would will burn in His Holy Presence,
O, would to God that you would burn your own would,
and dwell In His will, rather than your would!
Now will... Not my will, but thine be done.
Not my kingdom but thy Kingdom come.
Not my will but thine be done, my will I will
Your way. Jesus please change today,
Put in me that will of thine, that thy will
Be mine, not mine. To will and to work, to
Laugh and to talk, to love and to hate,
In thy will to walk ...amen
© HUBERT RONDEAU
Seems so far tho' so close
Blazing wilderness... Lord please come!
I'm lonely, and alone here in this wilderness of sin;
I know that something's wrong,
the fire's going out
things are growing dim,
you said you'd never leave,
you said you'd be there.
Here I am again today lord,
i can't find you anywhere!
If I climb to Heaven,
I know that you'll be there,
If I go into the Earth!
I know you'll be there!
If I go into the sea,
yes there lord you will be,
even if I go right to hell,
there your hand will find me!
What of sitting in my room?
No one here but me and you?
When I'm all alone and no one cares
All are gone, no ones there?
O Lord I think I understand the pain,
of counting all the loss as gain,
of finding sorrow deep within,
and being so enriched again;
for I am coming to know this in the wilderness ,
sorrow does the heart enrich.
[yet even in all of this Lord, my heart cries out to you!]
© HR
Your Light
Your light is life, your light is truth
Holiness is the light in you
Grace and purity, shining glory, your light
is life
My heart cries out to you, so hungry for the true
light of life; my Spirit waits each day for
a single breath to breath of life as you
give me breath.
You are the life my saviour and friend there is no
other way my dear, no other truth at all there is no
other way brother, to lift me up after I fall
I've fallen down into so many snares
You are the life the only one who really cares
please Help me! Oh Jesus you are the light of life
Please Help Me.
Hubert Rondeau 09
What can happen in One day?
What can happen in one Day?
Everything you know can pass away!
The mountains can all crumble - and fall flat to the ground.
The valleys can be heaved up, high as level ground.
What can happen in one day ? Many things it seems.
Nations, kingdoms, countries - forever perishing.
What can happen in one day?
The Son be darkened as the night, all the elements could melt.
What could happen in one day?
Maybe men could catch a thought of what is coming next.
Say that you are young, married fresh and new,
suddenly the whole world shifts, and starts, and everything's shook loose.
All the houses are destroyed, not one of them is left.
No more Wal-Mart superstore or McDonalds left.
All the Government extinct, hospitals all gone,
no more motor vehicles, trucks or busses to ride on.
Many others I could say, I think you get the point...
everything you knew and loved is forever gone.
As survivors now you two are left to the work at hand,
to work with sweat upon your brow to get a living from the land.
So one day you bring forth a child and you watch him grow,
then you sit when He is older and tell of long ago.
"Son, you may not believe this, but we used to own a house,
a truck, and a car, we used to drive along the highway at sixty miles per hour.
We used to walk across the street, and buy our groceries from the store.
Then we'd bring them home and put them in the refrigerator.
We used to go to the airport every now and then, and climb into a jet and fly of to another land."
"Son, this world is all you've ever known but once upon a time,
One Day happened - everything changed and we were left behind,
a lot can happen in one day, Now we've come to know it.
Hold your life with a loose grip, for God may make you let go of it.
--- But he says to you, "Whatever is a car? And what is this other thing for food - a refrigerator?"
"Well, Son, a refrigerator is like a great big box," "Whoa! Dad, What's a box? Maybe you've been laying for too long with your head on the damp moss! "No, Son, a box was made of cardboard, and cardboard from a tree. I told you at the start, Son, that you might not believe me."
A lot can happen In one day, the world as we now know
it could forever change, and change again, like it did in the time of Noah. For as it was in the days of Noah, so it shall be in the days of the Son of Man.
Hubert Rondeau
Of God and of Man
If you be reproached for the name of Christ,
Blessed are ye. For the Spirit of glory and of God
Rests upon you. Don't think more highly of yourself
than you aught to. And don't be weary in well doing.
If your enemy strikes you, offer him the other cheek also.
Don't think to much o yourself, becoming high minded,
But be lowly of heart. So set your mind fully on Jesus Christ
Who is seated close to you , at the right hand of God in the heavenly
Places. Rejoice in the harsh seasons of your life, knowing that
Prosperity and riches are both impostors, and of very little eternal value,
And aught not to be the measure of life. But that true knowledge of Jesus Christ is...
NOW THE TEST, OPEN BOOK IF YOU LIKE;
Which is of God, and which is of Man?
© Hubert Rondeau
Thy kingdom come!
Not my will but thine be done,
Not my kingdom, but thy kingdom come.
My will I will your way. Father take my will
Today, in Jesus Holy name I pray, amen...
HR
The Feather
There's a feather in your hat, OH MAN!-- That feather is your pride!
For you have hunted and taken trophies-- My treasure is my bride.
She is spotless, pure, and holy --- Completely without stain.
Yet you look for other trophies, ---- To tag to your own name!
Your feathers, horns, and trinkets ---- The idols that you love.
They all are separators -----To keep you from the Father's love.
Why do you not see this? ----- I will truly say
You do not see the truth, ----- The life, the light, the way
I AM!
The stone of which you builders ----- So easily cast away
It is the only stone ------ That any man can lay
It is the stone of repentance------From deep within every heart
To be saved from this generation ----- Forever to depart!
It is the rock of ages ------ To truly be the bride
Of Jesus Christ the Saviour ------ Being crucified
No more witty wonder words ----- No more songs of fools
No more jingle jangle ----- No more golden rules
Only come to Jesus ----- Lay down your life and pride
Climb upon His altar----- Be a living sacrifice!
"To the cross with you," I cry! ----- There to bear Him evermore
To be bound and chained to Him ----- Prisoner of the Lord
There is no greater honor----- Than to be crucified with Christ
Born of the new baptism -----A willing sacrifice
Hubert Rondeau
What should I write?
What Should I write the cross in sight,
And who should be upon it?
You or Me upon that tree,
Which one of us has earned it?
But to well I know you see mine too!
So what ever should both I and you
Really seek to see? Except the broken
Body of one dear soul , who paid the
Total awful toll , for you and also for me!
No longer look upon my sins, no longer
Hover there, your not so lofty' and without stain
When laid open, stripped and bare!
And I to should only dare to see whatever sin
Is left in me,
And choose to think within myself,
Lord thank you that I'm healed..
Hubert Rondeau
Stand up !
Stand up! Don't you cower in the trenches, were in a different kind of war.
So get out in the open, let them shoot at you some more!
The battle lines have all been drawn, No coward ever will march on,
The shooting will go on and on, until the victory of the cross is won.
Your helmet, it is bullet proof, nothing that the foe can do,
though he wrestles hard, ans twists you sore, the victory belongs to
Jesus Christ, the battle is the Lords!
The trench is like a ditch, not a place to hide.
It is also like a rut, no place for a perfect bride!
When were hiding there, no wounds we think we'll take,
But being hidden in the dark, is Satan's perfect roose, and rake.
So let us come out in the open, let us stand up clean and pure,
Let Jesus Christ shine bright upon us, and take some shots for Him for sure.
When we stand for Christ our rock, no more cheap, and shallow talk,
Satan will attack for sure, But we'll surly have the victory for the battle is the Lords..
Isiaih says; No weapon formed against us shall prosper, and every tongue
that rises up against us we shall condemn..
HUBERT RONDEAU
Lord, it's you.
What can I write, Lord,
in Your sight?
What word to place
before Your face?
And who am I
before Your eyes,
that I aught to stand
and face You, O God?
You see right through me,
nothing at all to hide.
You know my way.
Every molecule, every DNA.
No science will hide,
or close Your eyes!
No screaming noises
or angry cries,
will ever keep You
outside of any heart.
You are the start,
the chisel that chips away,
the stony heart
and stiff neck that I have made,
cutting through apostasy,
bringing a burning flame!
How can I stand before Your gaze,
and try to look upon Your face?
I wish to run and try to hide,
No place to go, You've broken inside.
You are right there.
Crash course comes with You.
Head-on collision. What can I do?
So deep inside I feel the tear,
as a lion on His prey.
Where can I run to get away,
from the fire burning in me?
I am alive,
this I know is true.
I feel the fire.
Lord, it's you!
Hubert Rondeau
You have the right
You have the right to stay in sight, vision "you" to see;
You have the right to stand and fight, till the enemy will flee;
you have the right to spend the night in fasting, on your knees;
you have the right to pray all night that vision you might see!
Hubert Rondeau 2008
Feigned Madness
One thing I ask, one thing I seek, that I may dwell in Your house, Oh Lord!
All of my days, all of my life, that I might see you, Oh Lord!
Hear Me, Oh Lord, hear me when I cry. Lord, do not hide Your face from Me.
You have been my strength, You have been my shield and You will lift me up.
I want to see You, Lord. I want to see You. I want to see You!
I said, "I want to see You!" You, you, you, Jesus, you, you, you!
I want to see You! You are, You are, You are!
Here's some tongues! You are, You are, You are, You are everything!
Everything! Everything! All, all, all, and then all!
All praise to to to to You, Lord! Fancy that, Eh!
I l o v e You, Jesus! You are, You are, You are everything!
That's it! Everything that is, that is pure, You are!
Holy, You alone. You're it Lord! There is nothing else!
You are the rose of Sharon the Lily of the Valley, the Pearl of Greatest Price!
You are, You are! Fancy that! No theology, no fancy stuff.
I want to live unto You, My Lord, cause You are more than just enough!
Hey, to live is Christ, to die is gain - so Jesus come and live and reign in me.
Not that I would live, but that Christ would live within me!
Bless your Holy name, Lord, come and bust open My heart and life.
Come and make me a willing and living sacrifice.
No longer to live for flesh and blood but only to live for You, my God.
In You we live, if we have life no other worth can we derive.
It's all for you and we are thine in Jesus Christ alone only to shine,
one thing .....
Hubert Rondeau
BETTER
Better it is to groan in repentance,
than to rejoice in deception!
Better to glory in poverty
than to cry-out for selfishness and greed
Better to languish in affliction than to
sport in vein pleasures!
Better to indulge in intersession
than boast in false numbers
Better to live forever than
to rebel for now!
Better to walk a lonely road
than to run the lane of rebels, yes
better to be alone with God than to
be found in the company of His foes!
Why do you hunger so my Heart,
why do you cry out within Me?
hope in God for we shall Yet Praise Him
He alone is Glorious, and Majesty is in
His beauty! AMEN YES AMEN
© Hubert Rondeau
Every day in every way never miss a minute
Love the Lord with all your heart, and everything
That's in it.
© Huber Rondeau
My soul is hot within me
My soul so hot within me
my heart will you be still?
My eyes strain from staring
looking, watching for my friend
Oh beloved where must you be
darling pearl of glory draw near
see not that I look to thee, my voice
dos't though not hear?
When my eyes will you find rest
when Jesus face we both posses
When my heart will you be still
when I rest in Fathers will
When my soul will peace you find
when my master has drawn neigh
draw niegh unto God and He will
draw neigh unto you
Wash ye in the saviours blood,
and soak in the water of His word
O blessed peace to them that call
upon Him with a pure heart
those that do His will those that seek
His face and hold up Holy hands
Blessed are they that love His apearing
they seek Him as their treasure
Blessed are they that love His apearing
they are His delight
© HR
Faith is the substance
Faith is the substance
Faith is the stuff
When your strength is gone
and you've had enough
Faith is the matter
of which all is made,
and the glue
that Will cause you to stay;
when your strength is gone
and your body is worn,
your tools are broken and stolen
there's Faith alone
When the mountains are high
and the water so deep ,
when you have nothing
but a heart that says I believe;
Faith—Faith
Not an image, or emotion,
not a thought, even of heaven,
not a devotion,
not a swirl of spinning,
spiralling hopes and dreams,
not a wishful thought
or scheme;
But to just be still and know,
To trust all to Him.
I know who I believe
and I am faithful that
He will keep what I have given to Him
against that Day
Faith-Faith
I didn't choose to come here,
I mean to be born,
My life 'not' My idea.
Of what was I formed?
No doubt I am here though,
these words do attest;
It's not about me
And in Faith do I find rest.
That;
He who has begun a good work in me
will complete it
until the day of Christ
Faith-Faith
seeing what is not visible,
what is but is not known .
Standing in the truth of God
even though you are alone.
Go out of your Country!
Leave your stuff and family behind.
I am sending you to a new land,
an inheritance in 'Me' you will find
Faith—Faith.
© Hubert Rondeau
All poems by Hubert Rondeau used by permission.