Jun
18
2012
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In a manger with hay
In the night, not the day
God caused His Son to be born.
A young girl would hold
All her arms could enfold
Wrapped in rags that were tattered and torn.
He came not with pomp
Or with grand circumstance
Only the shepherds knew.
But the angels were there
As they sang in the air
Peace on earth to me and to you.
Jun
16
2012
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The first word each of us ever say…
Dada says it all.
A lifetime wrapped inside those sounds.
The first of many calls.
It’s time she says…it’s finally here,
After a nine month wait.
The car keys ready, suitcase in hand.
The man who’s never late.
Jun
2
2012
The wood tells the story which Noah began,
Enclosed on the ark, shut in by God’s Hand.
It floated above the destruction below,
A dove, and a branch, and a promise rainbow.
May
25
2012
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Do we have room for You, Jesus?
What things really fill up our life?
What peace do we have at this moment?
When the world is so full of strife?
Do we have room for You, Jesus?
Or do other things simply come first?
Do we long for our true home in heaven?
Does Your Word make us hunger and thirst?
May
21
2012
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Men lead lives of quiet desperation.
The poet says it’s so.
But with our Lord to steer and guide,
I say it isn’t so.
We do go on our detours.
Prying wide the narrow road.
Much like Christian with his pack,
We must drop our heavy load.
May
15
2012
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God is dead, or so they said,
It’s whatever you believe,
We’re all the same, despite the name,
Lies meant to deceive.
Upon the Rock, He built His church,
And we, the living stones,
We’re not here, all by ourselves,
We are never left alone.
May
12
2012
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Only a mother knows the tear, the silent one that falls,
Only a mother knows for sure, the reason for it all.
Only a mother knows the pain, and hand and hand, the joy.
Only a mother knows the kiss of her precious little boy.
May
11
2012
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A woman is a mirror
Your Holiness shines through.
She is the Hands and Feet of Christ
In all she sets to do.
She carries a humility
Because of who You are.
Amazed that You would choose to use
A small, imperfect jar.
Apr
20
2012
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Thanks be to God for His indescribable gift, we find tucked inside His Word,
But what is the gift, we often ask, yearning to be heard,
It is our families, we decide, the loved ones we’ve been given,
Being with them is just a glimpse, a little taste of heaven,
Apr
3
2012
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He will ride upon a stallion.
An animal fit for war.
That day, upon a donkey
That was never ridden before.
He wept when He saw Jerusalem.
If the people only knew.
He longed to hold them in His arms
As a mother hen would do.
They spread their palms upon the ground.
Hosanna they all cried.
He would rule and lead and fight for them.
Never thought He came to die.