I can see it now

Write a word a song, a poem long no short and sweet. How can it be that you oh Lord should be the one who loves a man like me.

So oft I walk alone, I go so quiet so all alone, my life oh Lord you know – you know this way.

No form no comeliness, no glory or beauty lives in this earthly frame.

If these walls could speak I’d have someone to talk to then, but Lord I do have a friend in you my life my light my way.

Abiding in  you is all I really need you are the vine of life the only one I really need. No longer let me stray help me remember still each and every day that you are alive in me.

Abiding in the vine the way the truth the life, no enemy can come close my heart is hid in you. Abiding in the vine is all I want to be – so to be renewed Lord abide in me.

The only place I want to be is to be hidden with Christ in you – with Christ in me. I know I’ve lost my way stumbled in the dark, I know I’ve failed to see failed to stay at rest in thee, but I can see it now Lord please rescue me make me free to live again my life I give to thee.

Just hold my hand and walk with me lead me to the end – beginning once again, beginning once again Lord hold on tight to me I have no strength to be anywhere close to you unless you have drawn me….

Hold me close to thee…

Draw me close to thee.

 

Hubert Rondeau

M.E and me…

Hi Guys I just stumbled into this video today. This is Jennifer Brea.

I have been really messed up over the last few weeks, and seem to be getting a lot worse, as I often do when things get bad I look online for someone some thing to grasp hold of some form of HOPE!

As I listened to Jennifer I so related, to where she now finds herself. And where I feel I’m headed.

I thought she was talking about me. until she said the name of the disease. Then as I listened further, I knew this was me, M.E.

Yay! Right?  RIGHT?

Well this is me sad to say i’m not alone.

Please listen to Jennifer and look at your own heart and the ways in which you treat people like Jennifer and M.E.

She is such a blessed young woman.

Jesus Bless her entire life I pray amen.

 

 

The Word

The notes of the booklet, the steady hand of the writer.

The words of the one who says.

There is life in the word indeed the word is life.

In the beginning it was so and only ever so will be.

For the word was God and the word was with God, and all things that were made were made of Him and for Him “the word” in Him “the word” was life, and the life was the light of men.

In Him is the Spirit that spirit that is life.

The word.

Lo I have tasted of the word, “the word” of life it is!

I have tasted of the snares of men, of women long ago; they lie, they lie in wait for blood, that they might steal the precious, to defile to make one blind again blind and worthless.

An evil woman is snares and nets, an evil man and nations too.

Oh taste, and taste and taste again and see the word is good.

The word of life we speak – to keep you from this evil wanton woman Babylon and her kin.

The word I say is life, living active and sharper than any two edged sword.

The word that is and was and is too come, that living word the Son.

In Him was life and the life was the light of men.

Amen

 

Hubert Rondeau

 

 

 

All my fountains are in you my hope of life each day

My chance to breathe

My heart that beats thanks to God my king

Hurriedly I go to do to do my daily things

To work to to toil to strive to live to life to life to bring

To home to come at evening time to sit with you and rest

Awhile

To smile and just to know

That though I’m grown

A man I’m like a child father

Father I’m your child

Thank you

Hubert Rondeau

 

Create in me

Create in me a clean heart Oh God and renew a right Spirit within me

Send your light and your truth and let them guide me

One thing I ask that I will seek That I may dwell in your house all the days of my life oh Lord

For I will see your face in righteousness I will be satisfied when I awake in your likeness

Trappers had seen my joy in you Lord so they laid snares and captured me with lies and mis-truths .

Twice Nebuchadnezzar’s seven years in the fields have I lain in this broken minded wilderness with none to give regard or care to my soul

But Lord you hear, and you see

Cast me not away from your presence oh Lord and take not your Holy Spirit from me restore unto me the JOY of thy salvation and renew a right spirit within me

 

Hubert Rondeau