The Joy That Heals - Re-Posted

The garden, over grown with weeds,

Still held a secret song.
I hadn’t realized that it
Had been there all along.
So when I passed the tangled beds
And saw the colored glow,
I felt the brightness of its joy
Touch my heart and then grow.
 
It warmed a place that had been cold
Through winter’s dreary days,
Reminding my heart it still knew
How to lift up a praise!
And soon I felt one welling up,
From deep within my soul,
And all the broken parts of me
Became a joyous whole.

Fallen, Lost, and Found - Re-Posted

A feather, fallen to the grass,

Forgotten by the bird
And left to wither where it lies
Without a thought or word.

There are some days we understand
That feather’s point of view.
We’d give up in complete despair
If it were not for You.

We’ve all known times when we were lost
And feeling left behind,
When there was no place we belonged,
At least none we could find.

It is in those times when we’re lost
And feel most out of place
That we most clearly recognize
Heaven’s redeeming Grace.

So, while I don’t like being lost,
Feathers fallen to earth,
I’m not afraid, for You’ll find me
And give my life new worth.

Held In His Hand - Re-Posted

I looked for You when I was lost,

I searched most everywhere.
And yet, however hard I looked,
It seemed You were not there.
As I was about to give up,
Hopeless in my despair,
I looked once more, through eyes of faith,
And discovered You there.

I finally saw the truth of things,
I came to understand
I had no need to look for you…
You held me in Your hand.

Psalm 31:5
Into your hands I commit my spirit; deliver me, Lord, my faithful God.

This whimsical and delightful photo was a gift captured by my aunt, JSK. Thank you So Much for such a perfect shot!

A Brief Glimpse - Re-Posted

A quiet moment, just at dusk
When all the world is still,
I hold my breath, and in the calm
I sense His perfect will.

He is the life within the bloom,
The color of the sky.
He is the wind that lifts the wings
Of the bird flying by.

He’s in the darkness, cool and still,
And in the rising sun.
He knows the fears that haunt our dreams
And any good we’ve done.

I sense it and I understand,
Without quite knowing how.
Tomorrow I may not recall,
But I understand now.

Job 36:26
How great is God—beyond our understanding! The number of his years is past finding out

A Friend's Grief - Re-Posted

Oh hear me, Lord, I cry in grief.

I call out in Your name,
For I am broken, heart and mind;
Nothing will be the same.
 
You called home someone whom I loved
Far more than my own life,
And, while I know Your plan is wise,
That death cut like a knife.
 
It tore away the best of me,
I weep that I still live,
And I am not at all convinced
That life has more to give.
 
So I cry out to You, Oh Lord,
Through grief that I can’t bear,
My world is shattered, desolate
Beyond any repair.
 
You are the only hope I have,
Your mercy’s what I need.
Please hold me til the pain has passed,
Oh Lord, hear me, I plead.
 
Psalm 31:9 Be merciful to me, Lord, for I am in distress; my eyes grow weak with sorrow, my soul and body with grief.

The True Light - Re-Posted

Lord, it’s the simple truths in life

That help me recognize
That everything was born in You,
Despite the doubts and lies.
 
The worlds may have burst into life
Within a blink or two,
But there’s no doubt left in my mind,
The one who blinked was You.
 
The sun will rise and set again
As it does every day,
Yet I cannot question whose hand
Has set it on its way.
 
I watch the tides dance in and out
In rhythm with the moon
And I know with all of my heart
It’s You who wrote the tune.
 
Yes, Lord, I recognize the hand
That’s shaped all that I see
And all the doubters in the world
Can’t hide that truth from me.
 
John 1:9
The true light that gives light to everyone was coming into the world.

The Precious Gifts - Re-Posted

I’m thankful for the little things

That happen everyday;
The blessings you tuck here and there
To help me on my way.
 
Within the jumble of my day,
I don’t always take note
Of all those precious little gifts
And the love they connote.
 
They are not necessarily
Moments of great import,
In fact, most often they are of
The small, but precious sort.
 
The smile I got when I came home,
The friend who shared a hug,
The sun that broke through stormy skies,
The loved ones safe and snug.
 
They may not seem like blessings to
Most people that I meet,
But they are precious gifts to me,
The kind that make life sweet.