Saturday, May 29, 2010


I was so sleepy when I opened my eyes
But something within beckoned me to rise
And as my feet touched upon the floor
Suddenly I wasn’t tired anymore
I longed these yawning hours to fill
For it wouldn’t be very long until
My head touched this pillow once again
Will I have lived this day in vain?

I gaze in awe at the eastern skies
Glowing in the compassion of a new sun-rise
Here is a gift shining from above
Humbly I lift to Him a heart of love
For He’s seen my sad accomplishments few
But still He gives me a dawn brand new
Will I strive with all that is within me
To be the best in Him I can be?

An hour then two and so a life quickly passes
What will I leave on this earth’s tender grasses?
Will there be anything good and kind
Seen in the footprints that I leave behind?
Surely my greatest sorrow in life
As I bear my lot of trouble and strife
Ah, surely my greatest sorrow would
If at the end of my life I saw nothing, but me

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Ephesians 2: 1-10........Don't these words offer us true purpose in EVERY day??!!!!

As for you, you were dead in your transgressions and sins, 2in which you used to live when you followed the ways of this world and of the ruler of the kingdom of the air, the spirit who is now at work in those who are disobedient. 3All of us also lived among them at one time, gratifying the cravings of our sinful nature[a] and following its desires and thoughts. Like the rest, we were by nature objects of wrath. 4But because of his great love for us, God, who is rich in mercy, 5made us alive with Christ even when we were dead in transgressions—it is by grace you have been saved. 6And God raised us up with Christ and seated us with him in the heavenly realms in Christ Jesus, 7in order that in the coming ages he might show the incomparable riches of his grace, expressed in his kindness to us in Christ Jesus. 8For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith—and this not from yourselves, it is the gift of God— 9not by works, so that no one can boast. 10For we are God's workmanship, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do.



Lord on my tiny plot upon this earth
Help me to be the best that I can be
As I recognize my honest worth
That I am truly nothing without Thee….

Let me never then be filled with pride
In one gesture that these hands have wrought
But let me serve you from deep down inside
In every little word and deed and thought

Nothing at all to boast about have I
Without You I’m a lost and hopeless soul
So place your vision then within my eye
In You each broken sinner is made whole

Here upon my tiny plot on earth
Let me gladly my best service bring
As I recognize my humble worth
I’m the servant of a holy King

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Blessed is he whose transgressions are forgiven,
whose sins are covered.
Blessed is the man whose sin the Lord does not count against him
and in whose spirit is no deceit. Ps. 32:1-2

Thursday, May 27, 2010

Oh, What a Night

The heavens declare His handiwork
And oh what a canvas fair
The artist is a Master
With priceless paintings rare
For minute by glorious minute
And hour by fleeting hour
This endless canvas portrays
The wonder of His power

In the west a crimson cape
Gently draws the sun
And bathes the sighing landscape
As another day is done
But in the east the tinted cloud
Crowns this solitude
And dons a flawless sapphire shroud
As daylight is subdued

But still the Master isn’t done
For as the crimson dies
He reaches from His splendid throne
And brushes ‘cross the skies
A wash of glistening silver-blue
As in the moon-lit hush
I pause to thank the Painter who
Never stops His brush

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The heavens declare the handiwork of God;
the skies proclaim the work of His hands.
Day after day they pour forth speech;
night after night they display knowledge.......Ps. 19:1-2

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Beyond Compare

Someday it will all be over
We won’t even need to look back
Because we no longer remember
The things in this life that we lacked
Someday in a fairer city
Where there is never a sigh
No need for compassion or pity
In the someday sweet by and by

Then finally all of the glory
Will be put where it belongs
In the beginning of a brand new story
Written by angel throngs
No more confusion or weeping
No more doubting or sighs
No list of questions we’re keeping
Someday to ask our ‘why’s’

It will all be forgotten
For in the first glimpse of the face
Of the glorious Son begotten
Each answer will fall into place
And this gasp which we call a lifetime
Will disappear into thin air
As we live in eternity timeless
And joy beyond compare

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Monday, May 24, 2010

Without You

I can live without butter and toast
Or the occasional cup of tea
I’d try to relinquish the thing I love most
If you should require this of me
But as I ponder the treasures I hold
I know now what I cannot do
I can live without silver and gold
But I cannot live without you
No I cannot live without you

I don’t need a big and fancy car
Or a pocket full of dreams
I don’t need to wish upon a star
No matter how brightly it beams
I don’t care for the things wealth will glean
For it soon disappears from my view
I need a shoulder on which to lean
So I cannot live without you
No, I cannot live without you

I cannot live without your tender voice
Whispering deep in my mind
And if today I was given a choice
To gain the world but leave you behind
Without hesitation would come my reply
Not needing to think it through
Oh my Lord Jesus I would rather die
For I cannot live without You
No, I cannot live without You

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What good will it be for a man
if he gains the whole world
but forfeits his own soul?

Saturday, May 22, 2010

To My Heart

To My Heart

When all of the wisdom of knowledge and words
Cannot make it from my mind to my heart
When it seems to me that I have heard
The full measure that words can impart
When I reflect in the still of the night
On the things that I know to be true
Yet find them powerless to calm or delight
There is only one thing I can do

I cling to You Jesus, as I reach for Your hand
Though you cannot release us, you help us to stand
My faith is as small as a mustard seed
Yet you have declared it is all that I need

When truth is a mirror that causes me pain
As it reveals my faults and regrets
When everything I’ve lived for has been in vain
There's one thing I cannot forget
While all the things in this sad old world
Leave us empty and dry
Above the cloud is a banner unfurled
Your love that will never die

So I cling to you Jesus it is all I can do
While the storm rages I’ll keep clinging to You
Then as I am clinging, dear Jesus impart
Your blessed Word from my mind to my heart

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In God is my salvation and my glory;
the rock of my strength, and my refuge is in God.
Trust in Him at all times, ye people.
Pour our your heart before Him.
God is a refuge for us.
Psalms 62:7-8

Thursday, May 20, 2010

The Good Servant

Dear Lord, what is required of me
If I should Thy good servant be
Can these two hands do any good thing
To serve and honor a holy King?
The answer met me on this broken sod
‘Do justly, love mercy and walk humbly with God’

Oh Lord, why there must surely be
One great thing you require of me
As you view this groaning plain
How can I serve You not in vain?
Again He met me on this lowly sod
‘Do justly, love mercy, walk humbly with God’

Lord, your command sounds so simple and yet
It seems too easily I forget
When all You desire is that I bring
A humble heart before my King
Lord, help me in every step I trod
To do justly, love mercy and walk humbly with God

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Tonight I prayed, God, show me a verse…..
I really need something tonight
And I’m not sure what……..
I opened my Bible and the verse I
Opened it to was Micah 6:8
He hath shewed thee, O man, what is good.
And what doth the Lord require of thee?
But to do justly, to love mercy
And to walk humbly before thy God.

Wednesday, May 19, 2010


While we slept
You softly crept
Beyond the confines of time
Like rustling grass
You simply pass
In unfettered rhythm and rhyme
With silent voice
As you garner each choice
But leave the ache of a dream
Over the sea
To an eternity
Of sun and wind and rain
And there you lie
Beneath the sky
For when your veil is cast
Though we may yearn
We cannot return
To the shadow of the past
And if I could
I don’t think I would
But I will simply embrace
This moment or two
Before it fades from my view
To its final resting place

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Remember Him......before the silver cord is severed
or the golden bowl is broken;
before the pitcher is shattered at the spring
or the wheel broken at the well
and the dust returns to the ground it came from
and the spirit returns to God who gave it. Eccles. 12:6-7

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

His Power

As I walk in the shadow of the valley
Quiet waters seem so far away
The darkness feels like its eternal
But oh, you should see it when I pray

Into the agonizing midnight
I feel a soft and mellow ray
Hope restoring the daylight
Driving the darkness away

Whispers of mercy gently gleaming
Beacon across the charcoal wave
Redemption and victory beaming
Beyond the confines of a lonely grave

I feel his Presence like an angel
Hovering around me everywhere
I am a pilgrim and a stranger
But I have His power in each prayer

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Monday, May 17, 2010

There's Something About Love

Love does not play judge and jury
Love does not condemn and frown
Or resort to violent fury
Kicking someone when he’s down
Loves stoops down into the gutter
Lifts him from his saddest state
Love will only softly utter
Tender comforts to his fate

Love will never point a finger
Love is not a game of chess
Its compassion gently lingers
In the hour of loneliness
While the voices of superiors
Shake their vain self-righteous heads
Love makes no one feel inferior
But wraps you in its arms instead

Love is never selfish serving
Love does not depend on choice
It decides not whose deserving
Altering its tone of voice
It does not envy, boast or covet
It forgives without reserve
Yes, I know there’s something different
About this awesome thing called love

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Sometimes I think I forget what
I am really saying when I say
"I love you".

'Love is patient, love is kind....
It does not seek her own..... 1 Cor. 13

Sunday, May 16, 2010

Ordinary Life

It’s up in the morning at five a.m.
Doing the same, same old thing again
Washing the dishes, scrubbing the floor
Waving good-bye as they head out the door
Serving in the role as husband or wife
But this is no ordinary life

It’s back to the office on the seventeenth floor
Wondering if life holds anything more
Nine to five then its hit the road
Chores are waiting when we get home
Sometimes we get weary of this toil and strife
But this is no ordinary life

If we are a member of God’s family
Then life is a grand opportunity
No matter our mission how great or how small
The Source of our ambition is the best of all
Son or daughter, husband or wife
This is DEFINITELY no ordinary life

Everything we do in the name of the Lord
He will review when we get our reward
As others ignore us and hurry by
As we are tempted to sit down and cry
God soon will deliver us from this toil and strife
In Him this is no ordinary life

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Saturday, May 15, 2010

Prayer Time

Sometimes when I’m making a sandwich
Or quickly brushing their hair
Or folding all of their laundry
I breathe a little prayer
God keep Your hand on my children
God teach me what to do
To help them desire your kingdom
And help them to truly see you

Sometimes when I’m reading a story
Or tucking them into their beds
When we talk about heaven’s glory
Or of the blood Jesus shed
I breathe a wordless entreaty
God keep them in Your way
Let the circle be unbroken
When we gather in Heaven some day

Sometimes as they climb on the school-bus
Turning to wave and smile
They don’t know I’m waving and praying
That you will watch o’er every mile
Keeping your hand on their shoulders
Guiding each foot-step they take
Instilling in them a desire
To love, for Jesus sake

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Thursday, May 13, 2010

If I Didn't Have You, Jesus

It’s knowing I’m not shackled by my failures
And that I am not measured by success
It’s realizing that the endless pleasures
Of this world cannot bring happiness
It’s living in this moment without worrying
‘Bout the one that’s coming next
It’s walking wisely but not hurrying
With the rushing masses and perplexed
It’s believing that there’s something better
Somewhere beyond the blue
Oh, if I didn’t have you with me, Jesus
Oh, I just don’t know what I would do

It’s waiting for the answers that are hidden
When I’d rather plunge right in
It’s doing what He tells me when I’m bidden
Even though I’d rather wait again
It’s walking through a valley on His shoulder
Because somehow I’ve crumbled ‘neath my load
It’s knowing, even as the night grows colder
That Heaven waits beyond this temporal road
It’s yielding, when my world has gone to pieces
Because I’m stubborn and so foolish too
Oh, if I didn’t have you with me, Jesus
Oh, I just don’t know what I would do

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Are We Ready?

If we should be lying in a field full of clover
Gazing up into the sky
With the whisper of breezes when day-time is over
Breathing a lullaby
And if in this moment of sweet relaxation
And quiet tranquility
The skies would explode into grand exaltation
Are we ready?

If two in the field working shoulder to shoulder
Should suddenly realize
That one will be taken, but not the other
Would it be you or I?
If the glorious moment of here ever after
Should come so suddenly
To bring an end to this weeping and laughter
Are we ready?

In the same way He ascended to Heaven
Someday He will surely return
To gather His own from the dead and the living
Before the elements burn
Are our lamps trimmed; are we watching and waiting
If His coming should suddenly be
Would He find us here with no oil in our lantern
Or are we ready?

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"Why do you stand here, looking
into the sky?
This same Jesus who has been taken from you
into Heaven, will come back in the same way
you have seen Him go into Heaven". Acts 1:11

Therefore keep watch because you do not know
on what day your Lord will come. Matt.24:42

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

The Hard Parts

Some days we have to get through the hard parts
To get to the other side
Even when it feels like it breaks our hearts
And we can’t count the tears we have cried
We know that the things worth keeping
Are also worth fighting for
So we struggle through our weeping
To reach the other shore

Life is not some silly, fleeting game
Or a fragile house of cards
There’s no use in dealing blame
When everything is hearts
So let’s lay all the tricks on the table
I don’t feel like playing anymore
And I don’t think we’re able
To keep on keeping score

A house divided against itself
Will never be able to stand
It is as weak and unstable
As a double-minded man
Together some day we’ll look back to see
With a soft and contented smile
That these miles which seem like an eternity
Were really just a little while

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A double-minded man is unstable in all his ways. James 1:8

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Never Alone

You are not about to let me go
Are you Lord?
Though I have grieved you so
And earned hell’s reward
Somehow in the fruit of my choices
How ever bitter they be
Above all the taunting voices
I hear you whisper to me….

I’ll never leave or forsake you
You are one of My own
Wherever you go and whatever you do
My child, you are never alone

I don’t deserve the Arms I feel
I weep in shame
In spite of all the times I fail
To exalt Your name
You softly and tenderly whisper
Above my stubborn groan
If I am your Lord and your Master
I cannot leave you alone

I’ll never leave or forsake you
You’ll never escape my care
The forces of sin will not take you
For I am with you everywhere

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I will never leave you nor forsake you...Heb.13:5

Remind Me, Lord

Remind me that the Hand which formed the lily
And unleashes the thunder-storm
Is the Hand that is unceasingly with me
Keeping me safe in your palm
While I can’t see the road stretched before me
Or what lies around the next bend
Remind me that You keep your arms around me
For You are an eternal Friend

Remind me whenever my heart would tremble
As I peer into the unknown
That you behold the tiniest sparrow
And I am never alone
The demons threaten but they also tremble
In the presence of You
For in the face of your mighty power
There is nothing they can do

Remind me Lord, if I am forgetting
Your Hand which cradles the world
And this is a day simply for letting
You show your glory unfurled
If in the thick of life’s invisible battles
I falter or stumble and fall
Remind me Lord, if I’m clad in your armor
We will triumph in them all

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The Bigger Picture

When I’m caught in moments of indecision
And I don’t know what to do
There’s the voice of doubt and derision
But then there’s another Voice too
When I’m frustrated because I am lacking
The wisdom or will to see
Lord, help me remember in every small moment
You are weaving a tapestry

Help me keep my eyes, not on one little failure
Or one fleeting moment of glee
But help me remember the bigger picture
And it is not about me
When this life is over and earth’s shores are fading
In the light of eternity
Then I will see the big picture waiting
And oh what a sight it will be

The big picture coming on clouds of glory
Coming to gather His Bride
Full understanding at last to the story
Of why such Perfection had died
Lord, when I’m struggling beneath the dark colors
And I am unsure what to do
Help me remember it soon will be over
And the bigger picture is YOU

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Martha, Martha, you are careful
and troubled about many things....Luke 10:41

Monday, May 10, 2010

Those Words In Red

Have you looked at them lately
Those words in red?
The beloved words
That Jesus said
The words He spoke
Before He cried
It is finished, it is finished
And then He died…

Or have you chosen the novel
Or the magazine
Filled with gossip
On some Hollywood scene
Do you prefer the paper
Full of daily news
Choosing to give
Some reporter his dues?

Have you looked at them lately
The most precious words
That have ever been uttered
On the face of the earth
Have you read them recently
The words Jesus said?
Invaluable treasure
Written in red

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Saturday, May 8, 2010

Marked Hands

When I was just a little girl at my mother’s knee,
I asked her as I touched her hands just how it came to be,
There were so many lines on them; they were so marked and rough,
Not knowing the price a mother pays to make sure we had enough

Marked hands of a mother; marked by a labor of love,
Daily chores in daily life, strengthened by a Hand above,
Marked hands of a mother; a price so gladly paid,
The most beautiful hands on earth that God has ever made

My little daughter asked me not so very long ago
Why my hands were marked and rough and just what made them so,
A world of emotion moved me behind my simple reply,
‘A mother’s hands get marked with time as busy days go by’,

Marked hands of a mother; someday she’ll understand
That all the caring and the sharing leave marks on a mother’s hands,
Hands that labor gladly for all that God has given,
Hands that fold in thankful prayer to a Father up in Heaven

Someday I’ll sit in Heaven at my Savior’s knee,
I’ll touch His nail-scarred hands and ask just why He died for me,
Marks on the hands of Jesus; marks of a price He paid,
Marks of love amazing in the sacrifice He made,

Marked hands of my Savior; marked by a labor of love,
For only through His nail-scarred Hands will we see Him above,
Then at His feet I’ll gaze on Him and ask to understand
The story of such awesome love as I touch the marks on His hands

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Portrait of a Mother

She leaves her youth upon the grass
Where all her happy children pass
She dons a robe of greater merit
God will show her how to wear it
For it is such a grand design
Woven by a Hand so fine
Marked by tears of joy and strife
Tender years that form her life
Graciously she bows her head
To wear this cloak of meeker thread

While stages fill and man applauds
The march of fame and lesser gods
She has seen the best there is
In the gleam of good-night kiss
And she has held a greater prize
Shining in her children’s eyes
No wild applause or acclamation
For the hand which molds a nation
Silently she bows her head
And thanks God for His love instead

Her children rise and call her blest
As nature sighs within her breast
Humbly she her will resigns
To the Hand which shapes, refines
While Vanity would stop and gaze
With pity on her love-lined face
She would do it all again
To know she has not lived in vain
For Vanity with all her charms
Can never fill a mother’s arms

No great award, no Hall of Fame
To reward this humble name
Yet there really is no other
Name, as honorable as Mother
So while the years of beauty pass
To shed their petals on the grass
She will thank God for the hours
Where she tended sweeter flowers
In a garden like no other
Reserved for one which we call Mother

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Friday, May 7, 2010

Mother's Hands

Not because of gold or silver
Not because of jeweled bands
Not because they’re soft and perfect
Do I love my mother’s hands
But because these hands once held me
Tenderly close to her breast
And because these hands would point me
To the path she knew was best

Cho. Mother’s hands so gladly labored
Mother’s hands so seldom still
Never seeking her own favor
Giving always her free will
But the thing of greatest beauty
As she tended to each care
Was her source of strength for duty
Mother’s hands were hands of prayer

Mother’s hands would clap to praise me
For a good deed I had done
Mother’s hands were there to save me
When my deeds had hurt someone
And my mother’s hands would teach me
What is right and what is good
Mother’s hands would always reach me
When no other hand e’er could

Mother’s hands so full of power
When her load was hard to bear
Even in life’s darkest hour
Mother’s hands would fold in prayer
Oh, no matter where I travel
Or how great the sights or grand
There is none to make me marvel
Like my mother’s praying hands

Praying hands can reach her children
When they’ve gone so far away
Mother knows that God will reach them
As she folds her hands to pray
Gracious Father, up in Heaven
Bless each mother everywhere
In each country, tribe or nation
Bless the hands, the hands of prayer

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Thursday, May 6, 2010

Only For a Moment

It’s only for a moment, dear
These trials that enfold
Measured ‘gainst eternity
Tis one mere drop we hold
One tiny breath of vapor
That quickly fades away
One small and fragile flicker
Just a moment in that Day

It’s only for a moment, love
Temptation, toil and trouble
Eternity smiles from above
Beyond this grief and struggle
This small hour of loneliness
Is really just a sigh
Before He reaches to us
From the sweeter by and by

It’s only for a moment, friend
The Day is soon appearing
When all these futile woes will end
And burdens we are bearing
Take heart, dear fellow-pilgrim
As darkness closes in
It’s really just a moment
Until Daylight breaks again

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Wednesday, May 5, 2010


Lord, will you help me
Will you help me climb
This looming mountain
One small step at a time
Hold me firmly
In Your tender grip
Lest my erring footsteps
Should suddenly slip
For each mountain is possible
If You help me climb
Not the whole mountain
But one step at a time…..

It looks impossible
I’ll admit it’s true
But You said nothing
Is impossible for you
So when I begin
To search for the peak
Lord, let me listen
To the words You speak
Then I’ll put my hand
In yours as I climb
Lord, help me endure
One small step at a time

One step at a time
On life’s fragile thread
But You hold the end
You know what lies ahead
Here in the shadow
Of this giant wall
Oh Lord, You know
I feel so small
Help me to feel
Your hand over mine
For everything is possible
One small step at a time

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...for nothing is impossible with God. Luke 1:37

Only Jesus

The words we write can touch or soothe
Maybe both
We can stir, annoy, arouse or bore
And more
We might inspire you or anger
Or nurture
We can write to help or hurt
With written word
We may teach and educate
Make you contemplate
We may amuse or entertain,
Fill you with hope
Or disdain
The words we write
May pass a dull hour
Or night
Our words may sometimes seem
Powerful too
But there is one thing
Man’s words can never do
We can never reach beyond the grave

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I'll Never Make It

I’ll never make it
I will be too late
I can’t run fast enough
I contemplate
Taking a short-cut
But what’s the use
I ‘m all out of steam
And all out of ‘juice’
I’m over-whelmed
At the futility
Of this useless race
When Someone whispers to me
You’ve already made it
Your race is won
The price? I’ve paid it
I am God’s Son
The running is simply
This thing called life
To desire heaven
One must bear toil and strife
But the day you cried
“Forgive this sinner,
I believe You died”
You were a winner
You’ve already made it
Do not run with fear
But with joy, for you know
That victory is near!!!

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Tonight I was trying to photograph
The sun slipping away….
As I took a picture I realize
I would have to run like crazy
For approx. 1/3 of a mile to get past the trees
To where I could see the sun actually slip
Out of sight! So the race was on….
I made it, but BARELY!!!
I’m glad this is not the way into heaven…
Running like crazy but not sure if we’ll make it!

For God so loved the world
That He gave His only begotten Son
That whosoever believes in Him
Should not perish but have everlasting life. John 3:16

Feet Keep Passing By.....

He sat at the side of the street
Holding a rusty can
As he watched the hurrying feet
Never pausing for a dirty old man
He was tired of begging for money
It really didn’t do any good
But without the nickels and pennies
He also would have no food
But the feet keep passing by…….

There’s the child with the runny nose
The child with the hungry eyes
The child without a mother
Adding his voice to the cries
The child without a future
The child without a prayer
The child who has no refuge
No comfort anywhere
But the feet keep passing by…..

There’s a cross that is covered in crimson
There’s a Father’s loving cry
There is mercy pouring from heaven
But the feet keep passing by
There’s redemption for the sinner
Hope for all who believe
There’s eternity in His kingdom
For all who His love receive
But the feet keep passing by……

There’s an urgent call for action
The hour is drawing nigh
When there will be no more distraction
As His glory rends the sky
He’ll rescue the suffering children
At last He will receive
Each one who cried out to Him
“Forgive me, I believe”
But the feet keep passing by…….

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Have you read Memphis Express
Posted on ‘The Good Servant’ blog?
(link is on my blog list)

The ending helped inspire this poem!

Tonight when I was running and
It was so quiet that the only sound
I heard was my feet and the birds singing,
It struck me…..we are all SO BUSY ‘RUNNING”
For what?

Monday, May 3, 2010

An Original

You melt like amber liquid
O’er this misty slumbering void
And stir with trembling heart-beat
As the darkness is destroyed
While fields that lie like charcoal stones
Beneath the silver cloud
Shimmer ‘neath your dewy tones
And don your glistening shroud

Your gentle breath dissolves the gloom
With soft golden caresses
And hope fills nature’s living-room
Beneath your glowing tresses
While many countless dawns have passed
Into times great abyss
Never has there ever been
Another such as this

I stand amazed as I behold
Your love and great compassion
Before my wondering eyes unfold
In perfect, heavenly fashion
A brand new day, a brand new dawn
Original creation
As these unwritten hours yawn
In breathless expectation

Lord, you never duplicate
The morning's glorious splendor
Help me then to not repeat
My failures, but surrender
Beneath the mighty Hand that paints
With matchless shade and tinting
Upon a canvas that awaits
My humble finger-printing

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Janet Martin

Saturday, May 1, 2010

God Never Will

Son, you’re growing up so fast
Soon you will be a man
Son, there are some things that I
Would like to tell you while I can
This world can be a cruel place
Disappointments can come and they will
People you trust will betray you
But God never will….

Son, remember your Creator
In the days of your youth
He is the perfect example
Of love and honor and truth
Life will pass before you
With offers to tempt and thrill
So soon its pleasures vanish
But God never will….

If friends should walk beside you
Then suddenly disappear
There is One who will guide you
Son, He is always near
There are many things in this world, dear
That promise to please and fulfill
Yet leave us empty and searching
But God never will…..

God will not lead you down a path
Of lies and make-believe
He will never forsake you, son
And he will never deceive
This world is full of choices
And vices to soothe and thrill
While they pierce us through with sorrow
But God never will

Happy 12th Birthday, Matthew
May God bless and keep you
All the days of your life,
Love, Mom

Remember now thy Creator in the days of
thy youth, before the evil days draw nigh
when you shall say, "I have no pleasure in them". Eccles. 12:1

Out of the mouth of a 12 yr. old …..

Do you know what’s the best, mom?
Watching the highlights when you know your team has won!

(After mom rebuked him for accepting money for some food trade at school)
“Mom, boys are not like girls….if you offer us money, WE’LL TAKE IT!!!”

Matt: What’s for dessert?
Mom: Well, we have brownies, but they’re in the freezer.
Matt: Frozen brownies are REALLY GOOD!!!
Mom: How do you know that?