My Friend In Silence
Jesus knows my deepest pain
In my life come sun or rain.
I’m so glad when comes the violence
Jesus is my friend in silence.
“Why does it hurt?” I asked the Lord.
My pain is so strong, my heart pierced with a sword.
Gently hold on to me—keep me now I pray.
My Lord, all this sorrow at your feet I lay.
It’s in the silence I feel my heart grasping for you.
It’s in the silence I speak, “Heal me and make me new.”
Lord grant me patience my life needs it so,
Lord grant me patience and help as I grow.
Thank you, my Lord, for I know you have heard.
You never left me alone while my life was disturbed.
Pain comes and goes In the paths I now trod,
But I’ll never face it alone, “Thank you, my friend, my God.”
Jesus knows my deepest pain
In my life come sun or rain.
I’m so glad when comes the violence
Jesus is my friend in silence.
R.K. Richardson
© 1992 R.K. Richardson. All rights reserved.
Only Child
Psalm 23
1 The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
2 He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.
3 He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake.
4 Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
5 Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
6 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.
Sometimes we feel sad and over-burdened by the issues of life. Perhaps a friend has sliced open a wound with words. Perhaps your heart has been spurned, rejected.
I wrote this poem several years ago at a low point in my own life. It was through the words of the refrain, “. . . Your promises and love,” that I eventually overcame my hardship. You too will discover that when the storms of life rage that clinging to God’s Word is the only life raft we really need.
Only Child
O my Lord, I sorrow great
I left here full
And return empty and bitter.
Lord, You know my despair
You feel my soul aching
For springs of Living Water.
My tears fall easily and unrestrained
I feel like You’re only child.
So desperately I need to cling
To Your promises and love.
They say home is a place of love
But it is agony and alone-ness I feel
Lord hold me—cradle me close
I long to feel Your strong arms about
Another day I cannot face
My world is solitary, empty.
My tears fall easily and unrestrained
I feel like You’re only child.
So desperately I need to cling
To Your promises and love.
You are my Lord, my great Physician
The healer of my soul.
Only you can salve my sickened spirit
Please quiet my life…slow my heart.
Show me green pastures where I may graze
And rest peacefully by rolling streams.
My tears fall easily and unrestrained
I feel like You’re only child.
So desperately I need to cling
To Your promises and love.
(C)1992 R. Keith Richardson. All rights reserved.
A Father’s Love
John 3:16
16 For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.
If there was ever a certain thing that we need in our society today, it would be for fathers to stand up and be the men and leaders in their families that God intended them to be – a real dad. Becoming a father was very important to me and I truly am thankful for and cherish each child that God has given me.
I wrote this poem many years ago about the birth of my first son and I thought it appropriate to share with you on this day that we celebrate love.
A Father’s Love
I’ll never forget that moment
When I first laid eyes on my son.
Our firstborn, the one we’d waited for,
And he made us very proud.
I was at his mother’s side,
The tears flowed down our cheeks.
This miracle I was holding
I could never explain how formed.
And yet I know that God had said,
We are all fearfully and wonderfully made.
He was indeed a miracle from God.
As I stood there I whispered… “Thank you.”
Not too many hours later
As I cradled our newborn gift,
I looked into his quiet little face
And I asked him what he was going to be.
He laid there silently in my arms
His eyes closed in peaceful sleep.
I loved our wonderful gift from above
With a love I had not known.
I counted fingers and toes to see that all were there.
I hugged and kissed him, put his tiny hand in mine.
It was at that moment I at last awakened
To the most precious gift from God—His Son.
I would not—could not give that child for anyone.
Not a single soul is worthy.
How could God, who loves so much more than I
Give His Son’s life for me?
O great God, I at last perceive how much
Your heart was broken, that day at Calvary.
I began to ponder in my heart
How could there be a father anywhere
Who could not see the great sacrifice?
The tears flowed down my cheek again,
Our heavenly Father loves us so.
R. Keith Richardson
(C) 1992. All rights reserved.
