Finding Peace

Every sunshine has it’s storm,
No sliver lining without cloud;
Light will flee and evening form,
Dark times wrap us in their shroud.

Finding peace a struggle surely,
For embattled hearts and minds
Find distress, and pain, and worry,
Calm moments rare and precious finds.

But joy comes without circumstance,
Hearts can be full in times of struggle;
When times are lacking song and dance,
Embrace the light amid the rubble.

Mighty hands will shelter you,
And without peace grant peace within;
Faithful Father’s mercy true
Gives joy for mourning, grace for sin.

Empty moments don’t decide
The inner working of the heart;
Finding God is finding peace,
Yes, peace within- His work of art.

Keep Me Humble

Keep me humble,
Lord I pray,
So I won’t stumble
In Your way.

By the side
Of Him who’s true,
My only pride
Shall be in You.

by Kevin Phillips

The Dark

When shattered dreams fall to the ground,
These broken peices all around,
When glorious plans proceed to fail,
Joy swept away by darker gale,
In that moment it is true,
The only hope I have is You.

What can I do, what words can say
A phrase to drive the dark away?
I rest on You, on You alone,
When hardships cause my soul to groan.
Though in this moment joy is gone,
‘Tis always dark before the dawn.

You revive my broken dreams,
My shattered bones mend at the seams.
What dark has shrowded you make light,
Your glory drives away the night.
When all around is only loss,
Victory comes through the cross.

by Kevin Phillips

When I Wonder

What can I say when hearts turn cold,
When friends turn foe and light turns dark?
What can I do when hatred reigns,
When hurt and pain become so stark?

How can my faith stay strong enough
When fearsome trials come my way?
How can my feet find solid ground
When evil seems to win the day?

When I look upon the earth,
Justice will evade my eyes.
The answers only ever come
When I lift them to the skies.

When I look beyond this plane,
And fix my gaze upon Your Throne,
I realize that through it all,
Never have I been alone.

Through the trials and the pain,
Eternal treasures are in store.
These sufferings are but a breath,
But Your reward, forevermore.

When I wonder in my heart
“Why have You forsaken me?”
You’re readying my home above,
Where joy shall reign eternally.

by Kevin Phillips

A Weighty Thing

In this earthly tent I tire,
And my spirit wearies too;
I have a dimmer fire
Than I once had for You.

Though hope should be exceeding
As a child of the King,
Contentment is so fleeting
For life’s a weighty thing.

Can I lift myself out
Of the mire and the clay,
Overcome my doubt,
And keep my flesh at bay?

The strength I seek is found
Not behind this mortal veil;
Naught from terrestrial ground
Shall cause me to prevail.

Only You and You alone,
O my Savior up above,
Can for my sin atone
And lift me with Your love.

When my strength is wearing thin,
And my joy grows dimmer still,
You renew me from within
And give me purpose in Your will.

I am not immune to heartache
When life brings pain undue,
Yet each time you lift my burden
And my spirit You renew.

by Kevin Phillips

Compares Not

Life’s temporary pleasures,
Enchanting as they seem;
Earthly wealth and treasures,
With gold and silver gleam;
Mortal reputation,
The spotlight and the fame;
Compares not to elation,
When Christ calls out your name.

Politics and power,
Authority’s respect;
Drink through the evening hour,
Numb the urge to introspect;
Led about by fleshly lust,
‘Til pleasure’s has it’s fill;
Compares not to the God I trust
And walking in His will.

The glory of Your mercy,
The forgiveness that You give;
You make righteous the thirsty,
And abundantly we live;
When the whole world is faithless,
You are the One who’s true;
Your steadfast love is priceless,
Nothing compares with You.

by Kevin Phillips

Christ is Waiting

The journey’s left me humble,
With no strength left to stand.
As I begin to stumble,
The Father takes my hand.

He keeps me from falling
And He sets me in His ways,
So I follow His calling
And I set my heart to praise.

Though I have a heavy burden,
Christ lifts it from my shoulder.
He smooths the way I walk in,
And He make my meek heart bolder.

The easy yoke He offers,
Yes, the burden taken, light.
And though there may be scoffers,
His truth is my delight.

So when life leaves you wanting
And your burden weighs you down,
Remember Christ is waiting
To exchange it for a crown.

by Kevin Phillips

When Prayers Rise

When prayers rise up to Heaven,
Mercy touches Earth.
From deep inside the lion’s den,
Mourning becomes mirth.

When saints cry out to God above,
He answers from His throne.
Experiencing His great love,
We know we’re not alone.

The power of Almighty God
In grace is shown to man.
Down here on this earthly sod,
We see His glorious plan.

In His surpassing faithfulness,
His kindness becomes clear.
In love abundantly He’ll bless,
So we have no need to fear.

by Kevin Phillips

These Questions

Of what do I consist?
Merely flesh and bone?
These questions still persist;
In this am I alone?
Body, soul, and spirit,
Congealed into man,
This natural life I live,
Can I be greater than?

I seek more than base desires,
More than pleasures of the earth,
Not appeasing passion’s fire,
Nor simple foolish mirth;
Rather, legacy of value,
Worth more than human treasure,
Something noble, good, and true,
Not life wasted on mere leasure.

To take the road less travelled,
To walk the way of saints,
‘Til life’s fully unravelled,
To live a masterpiece God paints.
Still I have these questions,
And my understanding fails;
So through life’s many lessons,
I pray holiness prevails.

by Kevin Phillips

Blind Eyes

Lost perspective, sight aschew,
When I take my eyes from you.
When this world attracts my gaze,
I stumble into baser ways.

To painful roads distraction leads,
The heart is wounded and it bleeds.
Hope is lost where self is found,
Shifting sand the only ground.

When transfixed again on You,
Blind eyes see and hope renews.
You, O Lord, faith to me give,
When set on You I truly live.

by Kevin Phillips