"The Miracle of Love"
In the crashing of the storm
In the quiet of the night
The miracles of love
Come and bring a brilliant light
Restless souls are held
Anchored by the arms
That were forming plans for us
Way before we sounded the alarms
The miracle of love
That brings us strength to go
When the storm is all we see
And we face what we don't know
It's the wonder of knowing
That we are held in His embrace
It's the miracle of love
That brings us to His face
In the hearts of those who cry out
To the creator of all things known
Is the miracle of love
That comes out to be shown
LN Maher
(C) 2010 Echoes of The Lion's Roar (11/12)
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
“What Will Be”
“What Will Be”
What was and what could have been
linger in my mind
Answers to what happens now
are so hard to find
Help me find a way
to walk from day to day
To take what I’ve been given
To make what will be
Our hope is found in your glory
Let your glory be found
in the telling of our story
Teach us to breathe again
Bring life into this place
Show us how to mend
Bring us to your face
Let all that has happened here
be more than what has been
When it’s added up together
may even losses become a win
Mend each broken heart
so we can play our part
Fill the emptiness of what could have been
With hope of what we are to see
LN Maher
(C) 2010 Echoes of The Lion's Roar (12/15)
Everyone has a time in there life when they think they know where things are going... and all of a sudden life takes an unexpected turn.
It's in those times we must trust in God's ability to take us beyond what we have lost to all that He has waiting for us...
Today as I have been seeking God about my own life's direction ... I wrote down a prayer that helped me to gather some hope for the future... I hope it will do the same for you...
Love you my friends,
Ellen
What was and what could have been
linger in my mind
Answers to what happens now
are so hard to find
Help me find a way
to walk from day to day
To take what I’ve been given
To make what will be
Our hope is found in your glory
Let your glory be found
in the telling of our story
Teach us to breathe again
Bring life into this place
Show us how to mend
Bring us to your face
Let all that has happened here
be more than what has been
When it’s added up together
may even losses become a win
Mend each broken heart
so we can play our part
Fill the emptiness of what could have been
With hope of what we are to see
LN Maher
(C) 2010 Echoes of The Lion's Roar (12/15)
Everyone has a time in there life when they think they know where things are going... and all of a sudden life takes an unexpected turn.
It's in those times we must trust in God's ability to take us beyond what we have lost to all that He has waiting for us...
Today as I have been seeking God about my own life's direction ... I wrote down a prayer that helped me to gather some hope for the future... I hope it will do the same for you...
Love you my friends,
Ellen
"Only You”
"Only You”
Only you can find this place in me
That noone else can see
Only you can mend this broken heart
Fill every empty part
Teach me to let you in
To the damaged path within
I’ve held back too long
I am tired and I need to see you strong
Better days are on the way
I know because you’ve told me
Only in sharing this pain with you
Can I be close enough for you to hold me
So I step through the crumbled remains
Of the walls that held me in for so long
And as I am met with your embrace
Tears wash away all that has kept me from your song
Only you can reach this place in me
Make it clear so I can see
Only you can teach this willing heart
Use every mended part
Teach me to daily ask you in
To the road that winds within
My life is yours... no matter how long
I walk with you... and I find in you, I’m strong
Ellen Maher
(C) 2010 Echoes of The Lion's Roar (12/18)
Only you can find this place in me
That noone else can see
Only you can mend this broken heart
Fill every empty part
Teach me to let you in
To the damaged path within
I’ve held back too long
I am tired and I need to see you strong
Better days are on the way
I know because you’ve told me
Only in sharing this pain with you
Can I be close enough for you to hold me
So I step through the crumbled remains
Of the walls that held me in for so long
And as I am met with your embrace
Tears wash away all that has kept me from your song
Only you can reach this place in me
Make it clear so I can see
Only you can teach this willing heart
Use every mended part
Teach me to daily ask you in
To the road that winds within
My life is yours... no matter how long
I walk with you... and I find in you, I’m strong
Ellen Maher
(C) 2010 Echoes of The Lion's Roar (12/18)
“Hand In Hand”
“Hand In Hand”
The long road has lead me through the darkness to this spot
I hesitate at the opening... could this really be the promised place
But I cannot keep my eyes from wandering inside
And there a tiny hand reaches out for me...
This could not be what I have come for...
This could not be not what my soul has ached for in the night...
I see no armies gathered round...
I see no weapons poised to lay waist to my enemies...
Not even the wealth to acquire such a defense is in my gaze...
Yet that tiny hand reflecting the firelight draws me in
I step toward the light that holds this tiny hand
How could I have ended here?
But I suddenly stop my wondering...
My hand is instinctively drawn to the tiny hand before me
And before I even catch a breath the tiny hand is holding mine
He is with me and there is comfort in the tiny hand
If I could I would stay like this forever...
His tiny hand wrapped around mine
Time moves on and so must we...
But the comfort from his tiny hand lingers on
Moment after moment pass...
I see that tiny hand build, create, shape and move...
I see that tiny hand catch, throw, and clap...
I see that tiny hand hold!
That tiny hand gets less tiny by the day...
That not so tiny hand prays and heals and sets free
That not so tiny hand casts out evil and brings life
That not so tiny hand touches me and I am made whole
I find all that I had longed for was so much more than I could dream
That not so tiny hand still draws me in
My journey seemed complete as I watched his not so tiny hand
Then came a day when that hand passed a loaf of bread and glass of wine...
That day that hand prayed...
Moments later that hand was bound... then pulled... then pierced...
...
Then came that moment... when that hand went still.
I gazed at my own hands...
So empty and powerless...
What could I do now?
When all I have is the memory of his hand that lingers on
The long road leads me through the darkness in grief and despair
I hesitate at another step... could hope have missed it’s promised place
But I cannot keep my eyes from wandering ahead
And there I find a mighty hand reaches out for me...
This is what I have come for...
This is what my soul has ached for in the night...
I see his angels gathered round...
I see his power poised to lay waist to evil...
More than I could ever ask for is in my gaze...
And that mighty hand reflecting the firelight draws me in
I step toward the light that beholds this mighty hand
How could I not have seen what he said would be here?
But I suddenly stop my wondering...
My hand is instinctively drawn to the mighty hand before me
And before I even catch a breath his mighty hand is holding mine
He is with me and there is comfort in his mighty hand
I know for sure that we will stay like this forever...
His mighty hand wrapped around mine...
Time moves on and so must we... what seems too tiny... holds us all...
The comfort from his mighty hand lingers on and on
LN Maher
(c) 2010 Echoes of The Lion's Roar (12/25)
Merry Christmas :).
The long road has lead me through the darkness to this spot
I hesitate at the opening... could this really be the promised place
But I cannot keep my eyes from wandering inside
And there a tiny hand reaches out for me...
This could not be what I have come for...
This could not be not what my soul has ached for in the night...
I see no armies gathered round...
I see no weapons poised to lay waist to my enemies...
Not even the wealth to acquire such a defense is in my gaze...
Yet that tiny hand reflecting the firelight draws me in
I step toward the light that holds this tiny hand
How could I have ended here?
But I suddenly stop my wondering...
My hand is instinctively drawn to the tiny hand before me
And before I even catch a breath the tiny hand is holding mine
He is with me and there is comfort in the tiny hand
If I could I would stay like this forever...
His tiny hand wrapped around mine
Time moves on and so must we...
But the comfort from his tiny hand lingers on
Moment after moment pass...
I see that tiny hand build, create, shape and move...
I see that tiny hand catch, throw, and clap...
I see that tiny hand hold!
That tiny hand gets less tiny by the day...
That not so tiny hand prays and heals and sets free
That not so tiny hand casts out evil and brings life
That not so tiny hand touches me and I am made whole
I find all that I had longed for was so much more than I could dream
That not so tiny hand still draws me in
My journey seemed complete as I watched his not so tiny hand
Then came a day when that hand passed a loaf of bread and glass of wine...
That day that hand prayed...
Moments later that hand was bound... then pulled... then pierced...
...
Then came that moment... when that hand went still.
I gazed at my own hands...
So empty and powerless...
What could I do now?
When all I have is the memory of his hand that lingers on
The long road leads me through the darkness in grief and despair
I hesitate at another step... could hope have missed it’s promised place
But I cannot keep my eyes from wandering ahead
And there I find a mighty hand reaches out for me...
This is what I have come for...
This is what my soul has ached for in the night...
I see his angels gathered round...
I see his power poised to lay waist to evil...
More than I could ever ask for is in my gaze...
And that mighty hand reflecting the firelight draws me in
I step toward the light that beholds this mighty hand
How could I not have seen what he said would be here?
But I suddenly stop my wondering...
My hand is instinctively drawn to the mighty hand before me
And before I even catch a breath his mighty hand is holding mine
He is with me and there is comfort in his mighty hand
I know for sure that we will stay like this forever...
His mighty hand wrapped around mine...
Time moves on and so must we... what seems too tiny... holds us all...
The comfort from his mighty hand lingers on and on
LN Maher
(c) 2010 Echoes of The Lion's Roar (12/25)
Merry Christmas :).
“Something More”
“Something More”
You say if I have just faith the size of a mustard seed...
I can speak to the mountains and they will be moved...
But what does it say of me...
When I can hardly get myself to budge
The weight of guilt and shame... of things I’ve done...
and what’s been done to me... has shaken me to the core
When all I am... is all that I can offer
I wish that I could give you something more
A broken heart is only moved...
When you carry it in yours
When all I hold in my hands... is the emptiness they offer
I wish that I could give you something more
But here in your embrace... Im given so much more than I could give...
My past forgiven... lies on the depths of the ocean floor
No matter how little I have to offer now
My prayer is that my life would be something more...
Let this heart mend... So I can speak to the mountains
Let the mountains be moved and receive the embrace of the clouds
Let me be your voice... So I can speak your praise
Let the message of your love be heard... clear and loud
And as I find myself moving...
I find that faith can only grow as it is planted in the heart
And mountains are only moved when its to where they need to be
Oh God keep faith alive in me... and let it grow to every part
And may I always desire to give you something more...
LN Maher
(c) 2011 Echoes of The Lion's Roar (1/4-5)
You say if I have just faith the size of a mustard seed...
I can speak to the mountains and they will be moved...
But what does it say of me...
When I can hardly get myself to budge
The weight of guilt and shame... of things I’ve done...
and what’s been done to me... has shaken me to the core
When all I am... is all that I can offer
I wish that I could give you something more
A broken heart is only moved...
When you carry it in yours
When all I hold in my hands... is the emptiness they offer
I wish that I could give you something more
But here in your embrace... Im given so much more than I could give...
My past forgiven... lies on the depths of the ocean floor
No matter how little I have to offer now
My prayer is that my life would be something more...
Let this heart mend... So I can speak to the mountains
Let the mountains be moved and receive the embrace of the clouds
Let me be your voice... So I can speak your praise
Let the message of your love be heard... clear and loud
And as I find myself moving...
I find that faith can only grow as it is planted in the heart
And mountains are only moved when its to where they need to be
Oh God keep faith alive in me... and let it grow to every part
And may I always desire to give you something more...
LN Maher
(c) 2011 Echoes of The Lion's Roar (1/4-5)
"The Strength of The Broken"
"The Strength of The Broken
The flower that boldly faces the sun after pressing through the cracks of the rocks…
The river that runs through the valleys after leaving the mountains peak…
The tree that stands on the edge of a cliff and gazes to the depths below…
The strength of the broken cannot be explained in words of men…
But it’s written in the language all who’ve been broken know
Oh dear God… You have made us so much less than you
We stumble - we fall - we break to pieces…
We fall apart in the simplest things we try to do
Hearts and promises - trust and bodies… broken
Alone we can do nothing good… we give all we have to you.
The Tree of The Forbidden Fruit that stands in The Garden defiled…
The hearts that still beats steady in this fallen race…
The hands and feet that bear the scars of taking sins strongest blow…
The strength of the broken cannot be earned by any good deeds of men…
But it’s given freely… so in each broken heart… grace can show.
Oh my God… You have made us so much more than what we see
Called us Home and paid for our sins…
You’ve put us together and made us the way you meant us to be
Healed to heal… comforted to comfort… reached to reach… loved to love
You made a way for the broken to be whole and free
L. N. Maher
2011 Echoes of The Lion’s Roar (5/3)
The flower that boldly faces the sun after pressing through the cracks of the rocks…
The river that runs through the valleys after leaving the mountains peak…
The tree that stands on the edge of a cliff and gazes to the depths below…
The strength of the broken cannot be explained in words of men…
But it’s written in the language all who’ve been broken know
Oh dear God… You have made us so much less than you
We stumble - we fall - we break to pieces…
We fall apart in the simplest things we try to do
Hearts and promises - trust and bodies… broken
Alone we can do nothing good… we give all we have to you.
The Tree of The Forbidden Fruit that stands in The Garden defiled…
The hearts that still beats steady in this fallen race…
The hands and feet that bear the scars of taking sins strongest blow…
The strength of the broken cannot be earned by any good deeds of men…
But it’s given freely… so in each broken heart… grace can show.
Oh my God… You have made us so much more than what we see
Called us Home and paid for our sins…
You’ve put us together and made us the way you meant us to be
Healed to heal… comforted to comfort… reached to reach… loved to love
You made a way for the broken to be whole and free
L. N. Maher
2011 Echoes of The Lion’s Roar (5/3)
Saturday, April 10, 2010
From Doubt to Grace
From Doubt to Grace
(John 20:24-28)
Walking down the city streets - Whispering your name.
Knowing with every step - Nothing will ever be the same.
I can still hear their cries - Ringing in my ears.
Shouts of Hosannah & Glory - Filled with joy and cheer
(Ch)
Hosanna! Glory to the King of Kings.
Hosanna! Highest praise we now bring.
Hosanna! We lift you up in our praise.
Hosanna! Our hands and hearts in joy we raise!
The wind that blows onto my face - and the rustles in the palms.
As the leaves clap overhead - I find I’m not so calm.
How could you ever - let them take you away?
How could I have ever believed - that you would always stay?
(The same ones that sang - Ch:)
Now - the rest all say you’re here.
Inside I want to believe - but my desire is drowned by fear.
The doubt I feel - Is tearing me apart.
I wonder if there’s any life left - inside this broken heart.
(Memories mock me singing - Ch: )
Now I walk - to that old familiar place...
Where I once found healing - just by looking at your face.
Where I once dared to hope - it was so easy to receive.
I go to meet you - God, Ghost or dead man... I want to believe.
(Their cries drive me on - Ch:)
---
“MY LORD AND MY GOD!” - It’s really you!
All that you ever told me - is completely true!
I feel so alive - as I touch your hands, you erase my doubt and fear
Shouts of Hosanna & Glory - Fill my heart with cheer!
(My heart keeps singing - Ch: )
Walking down the city streets - Whispering your name.
Knowing with every step - Nothing will ever be the same.
I can still hear their cries - Ringing in my ears.
Shouts of Hosanna & Glory - Filled with joy and cheer
LN Maher
1998 Echoes of The Lion’s Roar (6/4-9)
Doubt can be so hard to bear... but God meets us with Grace! :).
(John 20:24-28)
Walking down the city streets - Whispering your name.
Knowing with every step - Nothing will ever be the same.
I can still hear their cries - Ringing in my ears.
Shouts of Hosannah & Glory - Filled with joy and cheer
(Ch)
Hosanna! Glory to the King of Kings.
Hosanna! Highest praise we now bring.
Hosanna! We lift you up in our praise.
Hosanna! Our hands and hearts in joy we raise!
The wind that blows onto my face - and the rustles in the palms.
As the leaves clap overhead - I find I’m not so calm.
How could you ever - let them take you away?
How could I have ever believed - that you would always stay?
(The same ones that sang - Ch:)
Now - the rest all say you’re here.
Inside I want to believe - but my desire is drowned by fear.
The doubt I feel - Is tearing me apart.
I wonder if there’s any life left - inside this broken heart.
(Memories mock me singing - Ch: )
Now I walk - to that old familiar place...
Where I once found healing - just by looking at your face.
Where I once dared to hope - it was so easy to receive.
I go to meet you - God, Ghost or dead man... I want to believe.
(Their cries drive me on - Ch:)
---
“MY LORD AND MY GOD!” - It’s really you!
All that you ever told me - is completely true!
I feel so alive - as I touch your hands, you erase my doubt and fear
Shouts of Hosanna & Glory - Fill my heart with cheer!
(My heart keeps singing - Ch: )
Walking down the city streets - Whispering your name.
Knowing with every step - Nothing will ever be the same.
I can still hear their cries - Ringing in my ears.
Shouts of Hosanna & Glory - Filled with joy and cheer
LN Maher
1998 Echoes of The Lion’s Roar (6/4-9)
Doubt can be so hard to bear... but God meets us with Grace! :).
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