We all are leaves.
We bud, shiny and green, wrinkly and curled up.
We stretch out and face the sun for a day or so.
We tremble in the wind.
We hang our heads low when the rain comes.
We wither and fade.
We fall to the ground, and then—
We return to the dust from which we came.
reprieve from chilling winds
blossoms steal the rainbow from the sky
sunlit canopy and cool breezes
aging leaves dignify the landscape
respite from oppressive heat
My garden’s a place where
I take in the fresh air,
Follow the butterfly
With silent, watchful eye,
Note with small levity
Each flower’s brevity,
Listen to birds singing,
Watch them in sky winging
Playfully tree to tree—
God cares for them and me.
Matthew 10:29,31 Are not two sparrows sold for a farthing? and one of them shall not fall on the ground without your Father. Fear ye not therefore, ye are of more value than many sparrows.
Said the nail to the hammer,
“Why the beating? Why the blow?
Why do you insist on hurting?
I would surely like to know.
My knuckles are big.
They hurt when I do the mending.
I can’t grow my fingernails long.
They click when I play the piano.
O Lord, I want to love You more,
Keep Your law,
Stand in awe.
The sin I love, make me abhor;
Cleanse my heart,
Your promises bring into view;
Help me see
You love me
Until my vision’s filled with You.
I went to the Door to walk the Dog,
But Dog wouldn’t goo.
Dog has four legs; I have but two.
My mother is calling me, what shall I do? Continue reading
At times the path I’m called to follow seems
A lonely way,
For God would have me lay aside my dreams
And bid them stay.
Though His demand seems hard, I will not fret;
I will obey.
For though I do not know the answer yet,
I know that trusting Him yields no regret;
And He provides refreshing desert streams
To those submissive souls whom He esteems.
Dear Lord, I know I’m only clay,
And You the skillful Potter are.
Please mold anew—
My God shall be forever praised
For He has taught my heart to sing
“He Lifted Me.”