The tragedy brought to light this week
has saddened hearts everywhere.
Solace for the wounded and grieving
is at the heart of our fervent prayer.
We mourn the loss of our fellow man-
We digest the news as best we can.
Virginia Tech, like 9-11,
has raised our voice to God in Heaven.
Tragic things happen,
we try to reason why.
Something good must come from this-
Lord, we need to fly.
We must rise above the chaos,
negativity and fear-
Lord, we can be overcomers
as long as You are near.
April 21, 2007
April 14, 2007
Pruning
Our life is so fleeting-
Where did the years go?
It seems like only yesterday
My heart was all aglow.
I looked forward to my future,
Optemism was foremost in my mind-
I never had been threatened,
I felt love for all mankind.
So naive in my thinking,
Ignorant of things above-
It took the pruning by the Master's hand
that I might know true love.
We've all heard of pruning-
Gardening books recommend it, too.
Not to be hateful, but sometimes
simply the right thing to do.
Say, you've forgotten to plant your packs of Impatiens.
and now they're simply towers-
No problem, just take some clippers
and "lop off their heads"-
You'll wind up with more flowers!
I have learned to walk by faith, not sight-
It is the Master Gardener that transforms darkness
into light.
Where did the years go?
It seems like only yesterday
My heart was all aglow.
I looked forward to my future,
Optemism was foremost in my mind-
I never had been threatened,
I felt love for all mankind.
So naive in my thinking,
Ignorant of things above-
It took the pruning by the Master's hand
that I might know true love.
We've all heard of pruning-
Gardening books recommend it, too.
Not to be hateful, but sometimes
simply the right thing to do.
Say, you've forgotten to plant your packs of Impatiens.
and now they're simply towers-
No problem, just take some clippers
and "lop off their heads"-
You'll wind up with more flowers!
I have learned to walk by faith, not sight-
It is the Master Gardener that transforms darkness
into light.
Metamorphosis
The struggles in life are many-
In those times we begin to grow.
As the caterpillar becomes a butterfly,
Our metamorphosis is tedious and slow.
When God strips us of all vanity,
and we truly search our soul-
We ultimately find it is He that we need-
The One who can make us whole.
Others may fail us, oft no fault of their own-
But if we trust in our Savior,
We'll not walk alone.
In those times we begin to grow.
As the caterpillar becomes a butterfly,
Our metamorphosis is tedious and slow.
When God strips us of all vanity,
and we truly search our soul-
We ultimately find it is He that we need-
The One who can make us whole.
Others may fail us, oft no fault of their own-
But if we trust in our Savior,
We'll not walk alone.
April 5, 2007
The Wonders of Nature
I look through my kitchen window each day,
seeking, as I always do-
All the signs of God's presence
in the soul-stirring scene that I view.
It never ceases to amaze me
that His presence is everywhere.
The Easter Lilies are radiant
Postural, as though in prayer.
They are programmed to bloom at Easter,
then close for another year.
Their role is to glorify the Savior-
then silently disappear.
Springtime is a season
of new life with a goal.
New leaves are forming, flowers are budding-
there is a stirring in my soul.
I read an interesting quote this week by Max Lucado that I
would love to share with you.
"Next time a sunrise steals your breath, or a meadow of flowers
leaves you speechless, remain that way and say nothing- and listen
as Heaven whispers, "Do you like it? I did it just for You."
seeking, as I always do-
All the signs of God's presence
in the soul-stirring scene that I view.
It never ceases to amaze me
that His presence is everywhere.
The Easter Lilies are radiant
Postural, as though in prayer.
They are programmed to bloom at Easter,
then close for another year.
Their role is to glorify the Savior-
then silently disappear.
Springtime is a season
of new life with a goal.
New leaves are forming, flowers are budding-
there is a stirring in my soul.
I read an interesting quote this week by Max Lucado that I
would love to share with you.
"Next time a sunrise steals your breath, or a meadow of flowers
leaves you speechless, remain that way and say nothing- and listen
as Heaven whispers, "Do you like it? I did it just for You."