Good Morning!

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Good morning new day
I’m glad you’re here
Been expecting you since last night
couldn’t wait to see you
here already new life
up with the sun
on the other side of the clouds
now it’s time to run

It used to be I barely
could face another day
but now that we have met
I can’t go back to be that way
no matter what life throws at me
I’ll swing at every pitch
I may lead the league in strikeouts
but oh Lord when I hit…
when I hit…

Good morning hopeful
born of grace, born of the Son
beyond the sleepy eyes and pillow creases
beats a heart that’s born of Jesus.

Did you know your heart gets stronger
when you give your heart away?
The economy of hope just always works that way
a hand up then a hand up and then another hand
so many
like the beaches’ sand

Can’t wait to get the day in gear
like Indiana Jones
adventure I’m sure to find
out there or here at home
there’s quite enough of darkness
so it’s time to shine some light
and find some treasure?
I just might!
yeah I just might!

©Joel Tipple
#4/16

Show Me the Way to Joy

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Seize my sorrow, living God.

Heal my wounds.

Draw me to your table.

In my weakness and grief, Holy Spirit intercede,

for on my own strength, I’m not able.

Why, oh why, oh God, are beautiful hearts struck down?

What do we do with the life left over?

Would you add it to my own? Sometimes I’d rather go home.

So here we are, God. Where do we go from here?

Show me the way to joy.

when I can’t see it from where I am.

Show me the way to joy.

I want to find it, but I’m not sure I can.

Show me the way to joy,

along with the rest of the weary.

I’m trusting your word

to show me the way to joy.

Despite me, my heart’s still beating.

Despite me, my heart’s still beating.

And the sun you made, like an old window shade,

rolls up out of the East and warms me.

You gotta crawl before you walk.

You gotta walk before you dance.

You gotta crawl before you walk, they say.

You gotta crawl before you walk,

so God, let’s you and me have a talk.

Today I’ve decided to live, so will you help me take the next step forward?

I’m unsteady, but I’ve decided to trust you.

Show me the way to joy,

when I can’t see it from where I am.

Show me the way to joy,

I want to find it, but I’m not sure I can.

Show me the way to joy,

along with the rest of the weary.

I’m trusting your word

to show me the way to joy.

Now I’m starting to feel alive.

Though you defeated death, it’s not always easy to believe.

Can I take hold of what I can’t see with my two eyes?

Can faith teach my heart to perceive?

Show me the way to joy,

when I can’t see it from where I am.

Show me the way to joy,

I want to find it, but I’m not sure I can.

Show me the way to joy,

along with the rest of the weary.

I’m trusting your word

to show me the way to joy.

I’m finding the way to joy.

©Joel Tipple
#8/15

Allergic Reaction

Sandra walked into the living room, where her mother was relaxing in a corner chair, reading. “Mom, what’s up with Dad?” she asked. Looking up, Sandra’s mother replied, “Why do you ask, Sandra?” “Well, he’s at his desk, writing. He seems upset.” “Oh, he’s fine. It’s probably just his allergies,” she replied, the corners of her mouth turned up a little. Sandra drew her eyes together in a frown. “What’s he allergic to?” At this her mother’s smile broadened and she chuckled before answering… “Your father says he’s allergic to ‘happy… and sad.'” she replied.

©Joel Tipple
#2/15

it’s not for me

my gift is not for me
not for that empty spot on my trophy shelf
not to keep me company
when i’m lonely

it’s not for holding so tight it’s crushed and ugly
or for hiding in a closet where it gets musty and moldy

it’s for fitting together with all the rest
as though part of a body Lego
forming as one to function
as our God surely knows best

it doesn’t puff out its chest or compare itself
showing the bitter side of pride
it doesn’t waste much time in the mirror
asking its reflection why

the better part of each day it spends
in deepest gratitude
looking forward to each turn of the road
as it winds and wends

© Joel Tipple
#24/14

Joyful Service

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Serve the Lord with gladness! Come into his presence with singing!
Psalm 100:2 ESV

Sweet Lord, my king,
of your truth and mercy I will sing.
From the moment I awake
until my eyes close at night
I will praise you.

I will write of your loving-kindness, Father.
The sun does not shine without you.
The rain doesn’t fall
and the earth is not nourished.

Joy flows within me
like salvation’s river.
Your praises I sing,
and I can barely contain.
Heaven’s music rings,
and my walk with you
is not in vain.
No, never in vain.

© Joel Tipple
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