Sunday, August 24, 2008

By Your Side

Looking over heaven my Child,
I hear your cry; I’m not far from you,
I’m right by your side

For I see, the tears run down your eyes
I feel the pain, the hurt you’re going through.

Let me whisper in your ear my child,
That I’ll make all things new.

From the sky comes the rain and gives thirst to the flowers,
I’m by your side, when you call my name, to comfort you, your loving Father.

Come and let me wipe the tears with my soft robe.
Let me tell you again and again, I love you, you’re not alone.

Come and bring your worries, your troubles to me,
And I’ll give you peace beyond your understanding

Through the joys and sadness of this life has taken you,
At times the road to heaven seems far away.
Just hold on a little longer, have faith I’ll see you through
I’m by your side, my child I know you by name.

I'm always in control,
I will finish what I started with you,
My wisdom you cannot fathom.

I want you to know,
My love for you is true,
That I’m by your side no matter what happens.

What you want is reassurance, to know I am there,
Then this calls for you endurance, because my child I really do care.
To stand firm, and believe I will see you through,
Watch and see, doors, will be open to you.

Looking over heaven my child,
I hear your prayers, I hear your cry.
I love you forever and
Forever I'll always be
By your side

By Aaron Guadarrama


Psalms 71:5,6
O Lord, you alone are my hope. I’ve trusted you, O Lord, from childhood. Yes, you have been with me from birth; from my mother’s womb you have cared for me.
No wonder I am always praising you!

Saturday, August 9, 2008

Man In Filthy Rags

This man in rags,
Deserves death,
This man in filthy rags,
Does not deserve to be in your presence

Woe is I,
Who can delivery me from this misery?
My heart, my soul cries,
That you would go to Calvary,
How can this be? That you would save me?

Filthy rags I wear,
I stand before you Lord,
Will mercy call?
I am affected and impure,
By my own sins
I feel your pierce sword
Like autumn leaves, we wither and fall,
Swept away by the wind.
I’m a man in filthy rags, dead man walking in sin.

Filthy rags I wear,
That I am clothed in.
But still you came, because you cared,
To take upon you the weight of my sin.
In order to set me free
From the law of sin and death.
That you would save this filthy man in rags,
And take my place instead.

Filthy rags I wear,
I stand before you Lord,
Will mercy call?
I am affected and impure,
By my own sins
I feel your pierce sword
Like autumn leaves, we wither and fall,
Swept away by the wind.
I’m a man in filthy rags, dead man walking in sin.
My faith in Christ has saved me from the law of sin and death.

By Aaron Guadarrama
Isaiah 64:6
We are all infected and impure with sin. When we proudly
display our righteous deeds, we find they are but filthy rags.
Like autumn leaves, we wither and fall.
And our sins, like the wind, sweep us away.


Thursday, July 10, 2008

Something Fierce In The Heart Of God


He’s the beginning and the end, the Great I AM,
The One who parted the Red Sea,
Nothing is impossible for Him,
For He goes before you to face your enemies.

He was the Shepard boy’s strength,
Who slain the lion and the bear.
Lead David to battlefield, and through his faith,
Defeated Goliath with a stone in his hand without fear.

The battle belongs to the Lord we praise
He’s able, He is more than enough
The Lord is a warrior; the Lord is His name.
There’s something fierce in the heart of God.
He’s the mighty rushing wind,
By the wave of his hand storms are calmed.
Death has no victory; death has no sting with him,
There’s something fierce in the heart of God.

All alone, He stood his ground,
No sin found in him, he was determine to face the cross
He took our penalty, our shame, and with three nails, and thorns as his crown.
Open the door to a world that was lost.
He walked through the valley comforted by His father’s staff and rod.
Yes, there’s something fierce in the heart of God

The battle belongs to the Lord we praise
He’s able, He is more than enough
The Lord is a warrior; the Lord is His name.
There’s something fierce in the heart of God.
He’s the mighty rushing wind,
By the wave of his hand storms are calmed.
Death has no victory; death has no sting with him,
There’s something fierce in the heart of God.


By Aaron Guadarrama


Exodus 15:3 (NASB)
The LORD is a warrior; The LORD is His name.

Wednesday, July 9, 2008

Just Love Me

Did you love me today?
Did you love me the day before?
Was I in your thoughts, as you are always on mine?
Did your heart move you my way?
Did you even knocked on my door?
Did your heart ache for me, for not spending any time?

My eyes search the whole earth to strengthen
Those whose hearts are fully committed to me.
Did you even try, just a little to make it happen?
Or were you just too busy, just to love me?

I long to be with you, long to draw you close
And bring you into my presence.
To take upon me your load, for you been away from home,
To give you rest my child in my holiness.

My eyes search the whole earth to strengthen
Those whose hearts are fully committed to me.
Did you even try, just a little to make it happen?
Or were you just too busy, just to love me?

Love me with all your heart
Love me with all your soul,
Love me with all your might.
Watch, and just wait and see.
I’ll make it happen right from the start
Tell you things you do not know,
In the darkness, will be your guiding light,
All I ask in return, that you just love me.

My eyes search the whole earth to strengthen
Those whose hearts are fully committed to me.
Did you even try, just a little to make it happen?
Or were you just too busy, just to love me?

By Aaron Guadarrama

2 Chronicles 16:9 (NASB)

"For the eyes of the LORD move to and fro throughout the earth that He may strongly support those whose heart is completely His."

Friday, July 4, 2008

Adams Perspective On Eve


In deep sleep, just now awaken
I find myself I'm not alone,
Who is she that has captivated me in the garden?
Which is part of my flesh and bone.

Only for you my rib was taken
You are wonderfully beautifully made just for me.
Moved by your touch, I will name you women,
Will become one together in the garden, and live here for eternity.

But don't eat the fruit of this tree for God said we would surely die.
I couldn't imagine being without you, women, your part of my life.
I was alone, but patiently, God made me wait,
You’re my helper, my love, my companion, and my soul mate.
Here in the garden together, He has made you suitable for me.
Will tend it and take care of it forever my love, my wife to be.

In deep sleep, just now awaken
I find myself I'm not alone,
Who is she that has captivated me in the garden?
Which is part of my flesh and bone.

What is this you have done, do you realize what this means?
This can never be undone, why uncover the mysteries?
Don’t make me choose, but I don’t want to be lonely.
I’ll do anything for you; except eat the fruit from this tree honestly.

Eat the fruit of this tree; God said we would surely die.
I couldn't imagine being without you, women, your part of my life.
I will go along with you on this, because you’re my soul mate.
The fruit I will not resist, for without you my soul will ache.

In deep sleep, just now awaken
I find myself I'm not alone,
Who is she that has captivated me in the garden?
Which is part of my flesh and bone.
She is Eve, God’s creation, she is a mystery.
I am Adam, who loves her so passionately.

Genesis 3:6
(New American Standard Bible)
When the woman saw that the tree was good for food, and that it was a delight to the eyes, and that the tree was desirable to make one wise, she took from its fruit and ate; and she gave also to her husband with her, and he ate.

Tuesday, July 1, 2008

Faithful
Lord, I know your thoughts are not my thoughts,
Nor your ways have I even started to follow.
But I want them to be.
For you are more than enough,
Lord, I want to be faithful.

In my pain and struggle, it’s you I begin to sought,
When I go through days of lonely sorrows,
It’s you, who comforts me,
With you unfailing love,
You still remain faithful.

Throughout these years,
In everything I do,
In my joys and in my tears
I pray and hope what remains true,
That I was faithful,
Lord, I want to be faithful.

It’s you I want to get to know,
When I don’t pray, my world falls apart,
Lost many beautiful moments with you,
Lord, I didn’t remain faithful.

Can I come to you with an honest soul?
Will you find in me a man after your own heart?
Can I say today I was sincerely true?
Lord, will you find in me, if I was faithful?

Throughout these years,
In everything I do,
In my joys and in my tears
I pray and hope what remains true,
That I was faithful,
Lord, I want to be faithful.
Lord, help me to be faithful.

By

Aaron Guadarrama

Psalm 36:5 (NASB)
Your lovingkindness, O LORD, extends to the heavens;
your faithfulness reaches to the skies.



Saturday, March 8, 2008


Compassion

There they are lost, without a Shepard, there they are lost, with no one with a care in the world for them. Who would take up their crosses, with the Good News and declare? Who will count the cost and move with compassion and hold their hand?

Oh Lord, help us see and be moved with sympathy for another’s suffering. That is our passion.
Let us heed to your calling, be your message of hope for suffering humanity, may we be moved with compassion.

They are harassed and helpless, needing your love Lord, will they find rest?
They been told they are outcasts, feeling hopeless, in this dying world, Lord send us out into the harvest.

Oh Lord, help us see and be moved with sympathy for another’s suffering. That is our passion.
Let us heed to your calling, be your message of hope for suffering humanity, may we be moved with compassion.

Soon you will be arriving, coming for the great gathering of your harvest, for it is plentiful but the workers are few. From all over the world like lightning, to gather from Austin, to China, to Africa to Peru.

Yes, we are going to sweat, and yes our body will ache, but we ask whatever in Christ name, and see the Lord move for the harvest sake. The harvest is very precious and valuable to Him, it must be gathered, or it will be lost. It is urgent and time is moving quickly and then our opportunity is gone, can you count the cost?

Oh Lord, help us see and be moved with sympathy for another’s suffering. That is our passion.
Let us heed to your calling, be your message of hope for suffering humanity, may we be moved with compassion.

By Aaron Guadarrama


Matthew 9:35-38


35Jesus was going through all the cities and villages, teaching in their synagogues and proclaiming the gospel of the kingdom, and healing every kind of disease and every kind of sickness. 36Seeing the people, He felt compassion for them, because they were distressed and dispirited like sheep without a shepherd. 37Then He said to His disciples, "The harvest is plentiful, but the workers are few. 38"Therefore beseech the Lord of the harvest to send out workers into His harvest."


Sunday, February 17, 2008


The Lighthouse

There's a lighthouse inside of us,
that can burn so ever brightly,
It's the Holy Spirit we must trust,
and pray without ceasing.
Only we can put it out,
and quench the fire within,
if we don't remain devout,
then how can we be that beacon.

For if God is for us, who can be against us,
we stand in any type of weather, shape or form.
Does he not control the seas,
and by the wave of his hand, calms the storms?
Waves may come crashing in on our walls, the fog rolls in to blind,
but by the power of Jesus name the enemy we bind.
Just trust and believe and never doubt,
For in the midst of our storms,
Jesus is our lighthouse.

We are to become a beacon to the lost world,
a safe haven for them to guide to.
For every man, women, boy and girl, we are to bring the gospel of truth.
We stand and rejoice,
for we are the light of the world, for them to see.
When the storms roll in,
our precious Lord will lead them home, to safety.

For if God is for us, who can be against us,
we stand in any type of weather, shape or form.
Does he not control the seas?
And by the wave of his hand, calms the storms?
Waves may come crashing in on our walls; the fog rolls in to blind,
but by the power of Jesus name the enemy we bind.
Just trust and believe and never doubt,
for in the midst of our storms,
Jesus is our lighthouse.

By Aaron Guadarrama


John 8:12

12When Jesus spoke again to the people, he said, "I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness, but will have the light of life."



A Hope Beyond Our Own

I see your love in the early morning rise.
It's full of your mercies and loving kindness.
I fall to my knees and cry,
For it leads me to repentance.
For I want my heart to be undivided,
Lord make it your own.
To be lead by Jesus Christ,
My only true hope.


A hope beyond our own, an expectation,
That His mercies are new every morning for us all.
He laid down the foundation,
Our Savior heeded the call.
He sent His only Son from above,
For He saw the souls that were lost.
I was captured by His unconditional love,
When He died on that old rugged cross.

By Aaron Guadarrama



Psalm 73:25-26

25 Whom have I in heaven but you? And earth has nothing I desire besides you. 26 My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.
More Love


Teach me thy will that I may follow, according to your plan.
Help me not be hasty and miss the way, help me to understand.
I want to know your will in my life; I want to know you more.
That I may not rear to the left or right, but stay on the straight path
You lay before me, oh precious Lord.

More faith, more hope, I ask from above,
But the greatest that remains that I ask from you Lord, is more love.
More faith, more hope, I ask from above,
But the greatest that remains that I ask from you Lord, is more love.

If you, O Lord, kept a record of my sins,
Lord, no way could I stand!
Unless you Lord, build this house this builder labors in vain,
Lord, may your hand guide me, show me your plan.
Your mercies are new every morning and forgiveness follows the rising sun.
Your love endures forever; you are my glory, my redeemer, the true Mighty One.

Lord what I’m asking is….more faith, more hope, I ask from above,
But the greatest that remains that I ask from you Lord, is more love.
More faith, more hope, I ask from above,
But the greatest that remains that I ask from you Lord, is more love.

The Lord will fulfill his purpose for me;
Your love O lord, endures forever
Do not abandon the works of your hands.
Help me not be hasty and miss the way, help me to understand.

Yes Lord, more faith, more hope, I ask from above,
But the greatest that remains that I ask from you today, is more of your love.
By Aaron Guadarrama

Psalms 121:7,8
The Lord will keep you from all harm—he will watch over your life;The Lord will watch over your coming and going both now and forevermore.

Love left heaven for me


Love left heaven for me, on a mission for the Father, to do his will and not His.
For the Father and the Son have always been close for all eternity, so He left and was surely missed.

Love was born in humble settings, with just a few there to see,
though the world might have been quiet, heaven itself and all the Angels were rejoicing.

And over the years as he grew into the man he was set out to be, He knew how this was going to end. With all mankind lives hanging on the ballot for eternity, He knew the day would come that He will experience death.

With compassion and love in His eyes, healed the sick, fed the poor, told them the story of another kingdom for them in store.

Along the way pick up some friends and taught and shared what was His, twelve to be exact, though one would betray him with a kiss, betrayed but love for him he did not lack.

He was captured and thrown in jail for no reason, to be flogged, kicked, and made fun of. Barely standing in front of His excusers, all battered and bruised, he was the light of world that still showed love.

Though they couldn’t find no fault in Him, he was punished with death on a cross that he would carry himself to his end. The weight of the world on his shoulders, soon it will be over and finally back with His Father again.

But death did not come quickly, agonized in pain, suffering severely, with nailed hands and feet to the cross, with His blood running down his brow. He suffered tremendously for us, that one day we all would be with Him now.

As they took him down that cross to be laid to rest, I am being reminded that Love left heaven for me, on a mission for the Father, to do his will and not His. Because he loved Him so much, He wanted me to experience the same love of the Father as well because we are His.

Death did not end his life, but made the way for all of us to believe. For He rose on the third day, and forever and ever he sits as King of Kings, Glory in the Highest, Prince of Peace.

Love left heaven for me, I’m glad He did, for love is eternity.


By Aaron Guadarrama



John 3:16

16"For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son,[a] that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.
A Love That Never Fails.

Words are hard to find, to express how I feel for you. It runs so deep, into my soul to keep.
Your love I can't describe, what burns inside my heart with such truth. It runs so deep, into my soul to keep.

In the gentleness of your touch, the warmth I feel when I’m around you, how this love begins to unveil. Your tenderness I embrace, with your kiss reveals a sweet truth that we are dedicated to a love that never fails.
What I’ve found out about this mystery, why it's forever eternity, that there is no limit to its faith, its hope, truly it prevails.
For I am captured by your wonder, and all I can do is surrender, to a love that never fails.

Love is waiting, love is gentle, love is not envy, and not boastful.
Love is not self-satisfied, or keeps no score of wrongs; Love is not impolite but will delight in playing you a song, you are my song.

In the gentleness of your touch, the warmth I feel when I’m around you, how this love begins to unveil. Your tenderness I embrace, with your kiss reveals a sweet truth that we are dedicated to a love that never fails.
What I’ve found out about this mystery, why it's forever eternity, that there is no limit to its faith, its hope, truly it prevails.
For I am captured by your wonder, and all I can do is surrender, to a love that never fails.

By Aaron Guadarrama
2-14-2008
1 Corinthians 13: 4-8
4Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. 5It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. 6Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. 7It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. 8Love never fails.
My Struggle



It’s early morning, didn’t sleep well last night, my mind occupied with this world and yours.
I struggle just praying, I wrestle and fight, and now more than ever I need you O Precious Lord.

After the beating I have taken this day, my flesh is weak; I am hearing in my head could you not tarry?
Empty words are what I seem to pray, trying all I can to seek, I am hearing in my head could you not tarry?

Then I hear you say, linger in expectation, and wait for me. I am the God of creation; I will come to rescue thee. Stay in place, and stand firm in readiness to receive, I will not be late, but have faith and believe. To bring you strength and help you stand, and when the battle is over, it will be Me holding your hand

It’s a daily fight, for I know I don’t struggle against flesh and blood, but your rod and your staff, they comfort me my heavenly Father.
I will sleep peacefully tonight, through the storms and floods; I am safe knowing you are with me, my protector, and my watchtower.

I hear you say, linger in expectation, and wait for me. I am the God of creation; I will come to rescue thee. Stay in place, and stand firm in readiness to receive, I will not be late, but have faith and believe. To bring you strength and help you stand, and when the battle is over, it will be Me holding your hand.

By Aaron Guadarrama


Ephesians 6: 10 -18
The Armor of God 10Finally, be strong in the Lord and in his mighty power. 11Put on the full armor of God so that you can take your stand against the devil's schemes. 12For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms. 13Therefore put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand. 14Stand firm then, with the belt of truth buckled around your waist, with the breastplate of righteousness in place, 15and with your feet fitted with the readiness that comes from the gospel of peace. 16In addition to all this, take up the shield of faith, with which you can extinguish all the flaming arrows of the evil one. 17Take the helmet of salvation and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God. 18And pray in the Spirit on all occasions with all kinds of prayers and requests. With this in mind, be alert and always keep on praying for all the saints.
Prodigal


When I was young, and free,
I thought my good intentions were pleasing.
I heard about you, read about you,
And from time to time,
Would sing about you, I was believing.

But I began to follow the crowd,
Just to please my friends.
My mind began to cloud,
And I found myself less with you to spend.

I don’t want to spend another day without you,
I wish to give you my all.
Draw me to the Father, on my knees I crawl.
Wasted years,
How I never listened to your call,
Lord,
I cry for forgiveness in tears,
Please deliver me from prodigal.

My heart is lament; I need a touch from you now,
Make me an instrument and teach me how.
For I want to do your will,
And please the Father.
Only you can fulfill,
The dreams and goals for my life,
There’s no other.

I don’t want to spend another day without you,
I wish to give you my all.
Draw me to the Father, on my knees I crawl.
Wasted years, how I never listened to your call,
Lord,
I cry for forgiveness in tears,
Please deliver me from prodigal.

I thought my good intentions were pleasing.
I heard about you, read about you,
And from time to time,
Would sing about you, I was believing.


By Aaron Guadarrama

The Marriage Prayer

Oh Heavenly Father, I have found favor in your eyes,
Truly, Lord you have blessed me.
Today my heart has become one with my wife,
Forever be one, living for you Father for eternity.
I've waited for this moment to arrive;
I've waited patiently to drink the cup of love.
In Holy matrimony, today my Lord,
You have brought us together from above.
There she is, as radiant I had dreamed and imagined,
My new beloved wife.
Here I am, before you Father,
As her new husband, thank you for your blessings,
My Lord guide us as we begin our new lives.
This beautiful gift you have given me I will treasure,
I will hold and guard dear to my heart.
I will not take for granted of your love for us Father,
You are the center of our attention
Indeed the most important part.
Our faith, our hope, our love is in you,
We recognize Father you are the marriage builder.
My deep love for her can only come from my true first love,
The One died on the cross
Who made both of our lives brand new,
Thank you for our salvation, my precious Savior.
Lord, I know today, saying I do, were more than just words,
Was more than just a saying ritual in the wedding ceremony.
To have and to hold, For richer and for poorer,
In sickness and in health, Till death separates us,
Lord I pray, I honor what is Sacred, I pray that I live up to my testimony.
Lord, words can not express the gratitude of my heart the love I have for you,
The answered prayers and blessings you keep pouring like new shower rains.
There is nothing too small or too great that you can not see us through,
I know you will watch over this marriage that was planned and made in heaven.
Yes Lord; guide us with your hand,
As we walk together with you side by side.
Today a new chapter is unfolded; a new journey begins,
Thank you Heavenly Father, for my lovely bride,
In Jesus name I pray, thank you for my sacred gift.
Amen.


Proverbs 18:22
A man's greatest treasure is his wife
She is a gift from the Lord.

Written
By Aaron Isaac Guadarrama