Luke 6:21

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ever moving from bloom to bloom,

Hungering to be fed;
Never able to rest for long,
Moving on through the bed.

I feel your hunger now and then,

The need to look for more,
Although I know that abundance
Is what God holds in store.

If I could only trust and wait,

How much more peace I’d know;
But my faith is slow in its growth
So I hunger and go.

Someday I’ll find my faith has grown

Enough to let me rest.
Until then, I will work on it
And pray I pass that test.

Luke 6:21

Blessed are you who hunger now, for you will be satisfied. Blessed are you who weep now, for you will laugh.

Psalm 27:8

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I seek you when I’m lost in fear,

I seek you in my pain.
I seek you when my joy is great
When sun’s warmth dries the rain.

I seek you when I rise each day,

I seek you in the night.
I seek you when the stars give way
To morning’s burning light.

I seek you, Lord, in every thought,

In every prayer I raise.
Lord, I will seek you and rejoice
Through all my earthly days.

Psalm 27:8

My heart says of you, “Seek his face!” Your face, LORD, I will seek.

The Gift of Grace

Grace guides my life and Grace guards it,

Life’s pieces fall in place.
I have no gifts or benefits
That have not come through Grace.

I’m blessed beyond my own small due
And, much to my disgrace,
I still fail to be worthy of
His loving gift of Grace.

And yet His Grace still touches me;
There’s no way to replace
The unconditional blessings
That only come through Grace.

 I openly admit the truth,

The world’s too harsh to face
If I could not face it knowing
I live within His Grace.

2 Corinthians 12:9

But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me.

Psalm 5:11

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

They nestle closely by her side,

Sheltered within her shade.
Delicate and fragile blossoms,
Both in her image made.

They each will grow in their own right

To bloom most joyfully,
But they will owe their start in life
To her sanctuary.

Psalm 5:11

But let all who take refuge in you be glad; let them ever sing for joy. Spread your protection over them, that those who love your name may rejoice in you.

Shall Not Perish

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Honor them and remember them,

Though lost, they’re always there.
Fill not your memories of them
With sorrow or despair.

For that is not what they would ask

If they could speak today.
They would say live and do it well,
Lift up your hearts and pray.

Stand up for those who cannot stand

And speak for those now gone.
Declare that life’s triumphant still,
Rejoice and carry on.

A new day dawns with each sunrise

And life renews again,
For we, who live within the Lord,
Cannot be killed by man.

John 3:16
For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.

When Age Speaks, Youth Should Listen

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I sat, listening as he spoke,

Caught on every word.
He had so many tales to tell
That I had never heard.
He’d seen so much and done much more
And shared it with a grin,
He had a way of taking life
And making it a win.
From World War II right to today,
He shared his tales with me
And when I left the waiting room
I’d lived his history.
 
He said he plans to carry on
Til he’s one twenty five
And if the world’s still looking good
Then he’ll just stay alive.
I laughed at the audacity,
But, if somebody could,
There’s no one else who’d find a way,
But I’ll bet that he would.
So for the lesson in life’s joy
That you taught me today,
I thank you, Lord, for sending him.
Please keep him safe, I pray.

The River

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A stream of sorrow runs through me

That I can’t turn or dam.
It’s born, not of the outside world,
But comes from who I am.

I feel it swelling every day,

It's coming on too fast.
And if I cannot stem its flow,
Then I shall drown at last.

I know the flow is rising fast

Because of all my fears.
They’re looming out in front of me
And feeding on my tears.

But I know that he never sleeps,

He hears me when I cry,
And he will stem the rising flood
Until that stream is dry.

The fears that sweep over me now

Well soon still and subside,
For he is my enduring strength
And in his strength I’ll hide.

Psalm 71:3

Be my rock of refuge, to which I can always go; give the command to save me, for you are my rock and my fortress.

Dance the Sky

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

You have to rise up off the ground

To give your wings a try,
You cannot cling to what is safe
If you intend to fly,
You can’t be tethered to the earth
If your goal’s to climb high,
So let go of what holds you back,
Rise up and dance the sky!

An Angel Spoke To Me Today

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“You look lovely”, she said to me

As we were passing by.
I stopped and turned back toward her
Until I caught her eye.

I’d had no chance to wash my hair,

I had no make-up on.
I must have misunderstood her
And she was almost gone.

“What did you just say as you passed?”

I questioned her, confused.
She said, You look lovely today.”
Her smile frank, not amused.

I gathered up my startled wits,

Thanked her for her kindness.
I mentioned that she too looked grand
In her attractive dress.

I turned to carry on my way

Wondering what it meant;
Until that moment I’d felt frayed,
Worried and fairly spent.

I had the worries of the day

Lining up in my mind
Until she eased my growing qualms
By saying something kind.

So I stopped right there where I was,

And looked toward the sky.
I thanked the Lord for that angel
That he’d sent strolling by.

Alzheimer's

The nights are getting longer now,

With less time spent in sleep.
Her body and her mind grow frail;
There’s less of her to keep.

I lie awake and watch her dream,

She speaks to love now dead.
I want to cry, but that won’t help.
So I watch her instead.

She hears God calling quietly.

I’m not surprised it’s so,
But I’m not ready for good byes.
I don’t want her to go.

I tell myself that it’s alright,
The way it’s always been,
But watching as she fades away…
Easier said than seen.

1 Timothy 5:4

But if a widow has children or grandchildren, these should learn first of all to put their religion into practice by caring for their own family and so repaying their parents and grandparents, for this is pleasing to God.