Yielding Myself Unto Your Hands

Yielding myself unto your hands
For your hands are hands of love
They shall not destroy me but love me.

Yielding myself unto your hands
For your hands are hands of mercy
They shall not squeeze me into death for my own sins
They shall comfort and mold me by your loving grace.

Yielding myself unto your mighty hands
For your hands are the only hands
That can make the bended heart, straight.
They shall not leave me, but guide me into Your perfect peace.

Yielding myself unto Your hands, O' Spirit of Truth
For I know that Your hands shall train me in truth
And direct me in the way that You created me to go...

....I yield myself unto Your perfect, blessed hands....

~ fania simon

Lord

I have no problem in giving you the glory
My flesh may cry; my ego may pout
Neighbors may disagree and shout
But Lord, I have no problem
In giving you your glory

Some give your glory to trees
Some give your glory to the Ocean
Some even say:
'turn it to the Universe, and everything will be great'
But lord, who created their Universe?
Why must I ignore You and steal your glory?
Did the universe create itself?
No! For You are God all by yourself
Trees could not create you
Oceans could not create you
Nothing alive and nothing dead could not have created you
For you are God, the Creator of all things...
The Source of my blood and bones
The veins of our veins in all realms
You are the strength of the winds
Your roar drives the storms
When you rise, stained creatures scatter
And the earth quakes beyond earthly numbers, degrees, timeline or scales
You are the LORD of all lords
The KING of all kings...

You've made my eyes rise,
Open from under the veil
You've made my ears embrace,
The claps of the sound of Your Living Lamb
Oh, Lord!
I have no problem in giving you all your glory

My flesh may cry...
My flesh may cry...
O' My fleshy flesh may cry...
Still, glory is to my Living God!!


- fania Simon

For the Purpose that You Created me

For the purpose that you created me...

In gladness - in sadness
I will worship you
In happiness - in stress
I will uplift you
For I am yours and you are mine.

In poverty - in richness
I will glorify You
I will stand firm by You
For You are forever here

Why must I kill myself to understand it all?
When you are here to teach and guide me through it all?
Why must I kill myself to understand it all?
When you are here with love to cover and restore me from my falls!

In sickness - in health
In persecution - in rejection
In life, I submit to You, my all
Keep me, clean me, and use me
For the purpose that you created me.

by fania simon