Spring Rain
Time again
To wait for flowers bloom
Blue skies
Earth cries
To see the springtime soon
Honey bees
Warm breeze
Sunshine on the cheek
Still dear
Without fear
Sanding by the creek
God’s gift
Winter lifts
His beautiful expression
Perfect reason
Beautiful season
A lasting sweet impression
Morning is New
Shadowed sunlight, twinkling dew
Awakening birds, the morning is new
Rippling giggles play in the brook
Chipmunk yawns and peeks from his nook
Mamma bear kissing baby good morning
Sleepy dog rests, dreamy and snoring
Mommy and daddy tiptoe up to my bed
“Good morning little one, raise your sweet head”
Dewdrops of Beauty
Dewdrops of beauty falling from Heaven
Love sprinkled down from above
Little gifts of unsought pleasure
Dewdrops of God’s unending love
Petals of hope that float into our soul
As we lift our face to the sky
Arms open wide as we bask in His love
As our worries and sorrows untie
Feathers of happiness brush over our sprit
As God gazes on us in grace
The joy of our being held in His hands
His love an invisible embrace
Beautiful moments that ripple through time
God-given raindrops of peace
Encompass our being, no matter when
May our faith in Him ever increase
How Can We
How can the years pass so slowly when moments pass so fast?
How can we take the precious moments and bottle them to last?
How can we live in the moment when we waste our days?
How can we teach the young to learn is much more than to play?
How can we look a baby in the eye and not say a prayer?
How can we pass the homeless on the street and not give a care?
Why don’t we listen when we know that in helping others we help the Lord?
How can we live in indulgence when the needy are so ignored?
How can we know of the broken hearted and not lift a hand to pray?
How can we change the way we live our lives, starting from today?
Photo by Easter Ellen
Wandering Girl
Broken and destitute, lost and gone
She wanders her way as she saunters along
Ignored and forgotten, who’s child is this
That once was a wee one who adored mother’s kiss
She breaks the heart of those she once knew
Then a beautiful girl, now broken and blue
What can I do to undo this oppression?
She is ruled by darkness, stuck in depression
Where can I turn when life leaves her behind?
Unnoticed, forgotten, spiritually blind
I pray for God’s mercy to draw her in tight
I pray that she’ll relent to Him and give up her fight
I pray for peace to embrace her poor, tortured soul
I pray for God’s blessing to see her once again whole
Spring Refresh
Sweet sunlight, sweet moonlight
Caress on my face
His Battle
The battle that surrounds you is of spirit, not your own
I told you it is Mine and so it is
Rest in this secret place as you worship Me alone
Give unto Him that which is His
Though demons rage and beasts abound
On Me make your weary eyes gaze
My child you stand on Holy Ground
When with angels, you sing out My praise
My victory lies in weapons fashioned not by hand
The sword of the spirit yet is prayer
The battle of Jericoh was won by a band
The enemy fled as worship filled the air
You continue your worry, concerned for tomorrow
Not trusting in My perfect strength
My children all learn that their own path brings sorrow
I’m their redeemer no matter sin’s length
So stand up equiped to war your enemy’s attack
Be still and pick up your sword
Put on praise, truth and righteousness, to cover your back
This victory won, faith’s reward
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