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For His Glory...by Natasha Medina

See the Blog Below the Song...
This Is the StuffPerformed by Francesca Bastistelli

I lost my keys in the great unknown
And call me please 'Cuz I can't find my phone
This is the stuff that drives me crazy
This is the stuff that's getting to me lately
In the middle of my little mess
I forget how big I'm blessed
This is the stuff that gets under my skin
But I gotta trust You know exactly what You're doing
It might not be what I would choose
But this is the stuff You use

45 in a 35
Sirens and fines while I'm running behind
This is the stuff that drives me crazy
This is the stuff that's getting to me lately
In the middle of my little mess
I forget how big I'm blessed
This is the stuff that gets under my skin
But I gotta trust You know exactly what You're doing
It might not be what I would choose
But this is the stuff You use

So break me of impatience
Conquer my frustrations
I've got a new appreciation
It's not the end of the world

This is the stuf…

East to West

I wrote this years ago in an airplane on my way to Las Vegas for (of all things) a wedding.

East to West
by Natasha Ann Medina

I feel so high as I look down at clouds
Almost in an instant miles away from where I began
From roaring ocean waves and sandy beaches
To rock mountains and dusty trails
Yet in the great scheme of it all
In the narrowness of my mind creeps the thought
You made those crashing waves, dusty roads, and
Clouds over which I am soaring
You made east and west, the ocean which
Contains them-You made them all
I never feel small except in the times of thinking
When I realize I marvel at the things You’ve made
Then I am mindful of how You
Made me in Your own image
Then I begin to feel very small
For the Creator God who spoke all Creation into existence,
The sun, the stars, each canyon low, each mountain high,
Calls me daughter, sees me as friend
Then I begin to feel high again
For I am fearfully and wonderfully made
In Your Own image
You loved enough to think of me and w…

Faithful One

by Natasha Ann Medina

You hold on so tight
You would never let go if You could
Though I fight and bite Your hands
Then lick the sores
You love me just the same
Do I make you cry?
I must so often break Your heart
What's so special about me
But You living in me?
Undeserving of Your love
You are the Faithful One.

Faithful to me
Unchanging
Always the same
You love me
Never any less
Impossible to love more
Undeservingly so
You are faithful to me

I praise You
I thank You
So worthy of all praise
When I fall
You still hold me
Your hands are upon all my days

Your blessings
Without measure
Shower my life, my love, my ways
With just a whisper
You will deliver
Faithful to me throughout all my days

Blessed

Blessed
by Natasha Medina

I cannot be cursed
For before me sounds
The Shout of the King

Hell’s weapons
Cannot prosper against me
For surrounded am I
By the fiery, protective swords of angels.

On each side,
Before and behind,
I’m shielded by angels’ wings.

No dark force or evil way
Can penetrate such a hiding place.
The Shadow of the Almighty
Is stronger than any iron wall.

My God is my Fortress,
Mighty, Strong, and Faithful.
No foe dare turn his face this way.

What shall I fear?
Fear itself.
For only the fear made from my head
As it lies can toy with my peace.
For every foe, every weapon, every enemy
My Savior, for me, has shown defeat.

I CANNOT be cursed.
I am blessed.
Hear the Almighty’s Shout,
“She is Mine! Beware!”