Sunday, October 30, 2011


As another day begins, the sun peaks over the horizon
And holds the promise of blessings yet to unfold
The act of this realization is itself a mighty gift
And the majestic powers of God appear, Behold!
Wind, chill, sleet, snow, rain, sun ~ all bathe the earth
And claim the world belongs to our God above
The act of this realization is itself a mighty gift
That He gives to us through His unconditional love.
The pilgrimage from our births to the end of our days
Plunge us into valleys yet elevate us to the skies
The act of this realization is itself a mighty gift
Keeping us ever under His loving watchful eyes.
The day will surely come when our journey is done
The Lord will come to meet us His arms open wide,
The act of this realization is itself a mighty gift,
He'll embrace us and with Him forever we'll abide.
© Mel Patterson, 10-3-11

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

O Lord, when will my span of years come to an end?
Will I be strong in fervor as I come round that bend?
Will I be faithful to all You've asked me to do?
Will I lay all my selfishness aside
And run swiftly as the wind to You?

Lord, You know the very recesses of my heart
It's only my own sinfulness that keeps us apart
O that I may be faithful to all You ask me to do
Please align me, Sweet Jesus, with Your Holy Will.
For satan it pleases my soul to kill.
The Blood You shed for love of all men
Your Sacrifice our very souls to transcend
Extraordinarily Issued from God, our Father
Triune Godhead, Lord God, and Holy Spirit
Jesus Christ, Your Holy Love, we endear it.
When our span of years comes to its' end?
Will we be strong in fervor as we round that bend?
We we be faithful in all You asked us to do?
Will we have lain all selfishness aside?
And run swiftly as the wind to You?
Trusting in Your mercy having Faith to believe
That we repentant sinners You will receive
We hope when our journeys are done
We may image Your Divine Son
Swiftly as the wind, with Him, run
And through the power of His grace
Enter Your Courts for Worship and Praise
In joyful chorus singing for endless days
Beholding the Beauty of Your Holy Face...
Swiftly as the wind we run!
© Mel Patterson, 9-27-11


"Get up! Arise and pray,"
I heard His words say
At the beginning of this day.
"Stop mumbling and grumbling
The world is tumbling and rumbling.
Pray to save the day!
Do not keep my mercy at bay
I want to give it away
To those souls in need.
For them you must plead and intercede
My time is coming! Prepare!
Do not be caught unaware.
To those who do not care, BEWARE!
My time is coming like a thief in the night
Then I shall emit My power and My might.
The faithless, affright and pitiable sight
Will not see the glow of My Light!
Of My wisdom ~ they have lost sight.
My mercy is yours if you but ask
Take off that prideful mask!
Repentance and prayer are your task.
Humble yourself; in my Radiance bask.
I forgive all your sins if you ask sincerely
My Heart longs for you; I love you dearly.
Be blessed and see more clearly
That I am here...nearly...
I AM coming, stop running!
Where can you go?
To save the day!
© Mel Patterson, 10-25-11

God is as close as we permit Him to be.

Friday, October 21, 2011

O Holy Spirit of God when I cannot pray as I ought
Because with so many duties I am fraught
Is it true You pray when I am unable to do so?
Does my own spirit unite with Yours, then, too?
O Holy Spirit of God clearly I am overwrought
And not nearly as strong as I once thought
Be my Stronghold, my Fortress, my Deliverer
Increase my blessings and grace this believer.
O Holy Spirit of God Your wisdom I have sought
And I thank You for all that You have taught
You were the Force from the beginning of time
With the Father and Son, all three sublime.
O Holy Spirit of God Author of pure thought
Arranged for generations to be Blood-bought
I thank You profusely for all that You give
And shall sing Your Praises as long as I live.
© Mel Patterson, 10-21-11

Tuesday, October 18, 2011


I run the race trying to keep pace
His grace forgiving my disgrace
He makes all my limbs strong
Loves me even when I'm wrong,
I wonder why it takes so long
To hear the sound of His Song
Hurdles though many or few
Come at the right time as if on cue
The race, marathon or sprint,
Running and girded as flint
My spirit bears a subtle hint
Of God's Own......but a glint.
It's not for me to say "That's enough"
Or whine the road is far too rough.
It is for me to accept God's gift
As the Lord my soul does sift
And pray my heart never to drift
As I continue the run ever so swift.
'Tis good we do not know what lies
That we may forge on in good stead
Keeping our eyes on our Savior at all
While we are facing our own climbs
Even though they seem slow sometimes
For each one's soul God primes.
Stretching forward to the finish line
Striving for the reward Divine
Cheer us on as we come to that line.
As you did Paul when he ran his race
Give us also Your fortifying Grace
That we, too, may see your Face
When finally we reach... your heavenly

© Mel Patterson, 10-18-11

Saturday, October 08, 2011

As this blessed and glorious day unfolds
I want to grab all the beauties it holds
And cleave them to my very breast
Where in the Lord I may take my rest.
Only hours ago the raging sea
Violently lapped angrily 'round me
Heavy chains fiercely pulled me down;
It seemed I was about to drown.
As I thrashed and splashed trying to pull free
Two mighty arms took a strong hold on to me
Those chains fell off and steadily up I went
With grateful relief I began my ascent
O My, Jesus, you are heaven-sent,
Buoying me up with grip so strong
O Triune God, to you I belong
Now I break into joyful song!
As this blessed and glorious day unfolds
I want to grab all the beauties it holds
Basking in the warm rays of Son light
Buoyed by Him my soul takes flight.
Thank God I'm ever in His sight!
© Mel Patterson, 10-8-11

Monday, October 03, 2011


If ever there was a morning quite like this
Where God's love fills me with bliss
I would want ever stay in this lovely place
And bask in the gift of His blessed grace.
If ever there was an afternoon like this
And I did not share I would be remiss
That God has so blessed my soul to sing
Praises to our Almighty King.
If ever there was an evening like this
It's golden quietude I shant want to miss
This show of His glorious majesty
Reveals His magnificent tapestry.
If ever there was a night quite like this
When man approached the deep abyss
Earth was given a divine kiss
When Emmanuel came as a babe
Grew, and a new life began to pave
Our wretched souls to save,
His Precious Life He gave.
If ever there was a midnight like this
Blue-black starry-studded night that is
A reflection of the mighty power of God
On this very earth where He trod
His love and mercies have no limit!
We praise Father, Son and Holy Spirit!
© Mel Patterson, 10-4-11