I don't want to be angry Lord..don't want this to get in my way.
Just can't have fear, take over my day.
I just can't have negative thoughts, running through my mind.
I must hold strong to knowing, you are there through blessings of all kinds.
The joy I had last week, must still run rampant through me now.
The love I tried to shine through, must still be there for all to see, somehow.
Lord, take my hand in your's, as we walk through this pain.
Lord, just help me to overcome my selfishness again.
I can't say I understand this trial, but I guess you never said I would.
I don't doubt your ability to win, I knew you always could.
I don't know what to say, words just seem to elude.
I don't know where to go, or what to do.
So I have to give you all of me.. every last breath and beat.
I have to surrender all I am, in order to see all You are in me.
For the road feels familiar, still, I can't walk it alone.
As I was then, I am now..in Your arms I go.
That is where You want me, where all will be ok.
As I surrender to myself, and give you all of me today.

Lisa Wenninger

To the men that take my son onto a field of fire.
To the men who teach him football, about a winning desire.
I take a moment to thank you, before my God and King.
For though the field was meant for battle, you showed my son the greatest thing.
On bended knee they each would go.
Heads bowed, hats removed, silence bestowed.
A gentle moment on the toughest field.
God given precedence, that fire would yield.
In prayer they lifted their thoughts, to God they there would speak.
For just a couple minutes on that field, they knew that they were free.
I stood aside and watched, often I joined along.
I knew only one thing, this was something special, this was loving God.
You may have taught my son formation, fundamentals they now know.
But I pray it is that devotion, in their hearts so deeply sewn.
Let them know that God was first, on every field they played.
When led by their coaches, as one, they kneeled together and prayed.

Lisa Wenninger

True defeat...it is mine..
But Valiant Victory, it is His!!
You, Satan, can not take it away..
You can not offer a word against..
The mercy of the Savior..it is mine..
The burden of the cross, it was His..
And how can I ever comprehend..
Satan, you are blind!
You do not see..that Jesus came for the lost!
He gave His own life, so that we might be free..
Satan, you have nothing..you have nothing..
True defeat..it is yours!!!

Lisa Wenninger

By your power, I believe, in healing now, I pray to thee..
Take away his troubled heart, I ask thy Lord, to heal the part.
Bring down your mighty hand, that we should simply see.
All thy bounty holds, with such a humble plea.
Your child needs your help, your comfort now we seek.
In arms of shelter dwell, in moments of awkward weak.
Tis now a moment of hope, in knowing that You are here.
No shadow of uncertainty unfolds, your glory is quite clear.
We call upon thy Holy name, the only God to be.
Ever present in our lives, heal him now, I pray to thee.

Lisa Wenninger

If death should have the opportunity to close my eyes today,
before I have the opportunity to see.
I pray the vision my own legacy leaves behind, will be one that makes my Father proud of me.
I pray I loved as often
as each moment surely passed,
I'll pray each day was spent in service, an honest giving heart surpassed.
The disappointment given, a disappointing hand.
The winners jewel I'd always known was mine.
A second not wasted, importance placed on ticking time.
I'll pray that you forgave me, that I earned this gift from you.
I'll pray I helped you see just what forgiveness can do..
But the greatest lesson I hope I shared,
the forgiveness from the King.
And when time ends upon that breath, it's the only gift I take with me.
I'll pray you saw a glimpse of Christ, somewhere within my steps.
And yet the glimpse so brilliant indeed, is one you can't forget.
And if deaths final moments...
allow me time to speak tenderly with you.
Amidst the many words we'd share..
..I'll speak of the cross,
the sacrifice, and His final call of love, that makes all of life so fair.
Let me know, really know, it was as it should be.
The plan executed as written, before I rose.
The messenger relayed the message, that never ended, I pray this you'll know.
Death only stops the breathing, but what I've come to find.
The part of life that goes on and on,
Are the shared truths passed on and on,
through us, from the Divine....

Lisa Wenninger