Wednesday, June 22, 2011

He Calls

When He calls my name I must listen
And always must let His light glisten.
Not my work, but His, that you see,
For He works a good work in me.

When He calls my name I must hear
And put away worry and fear
For that time there never has been
To waste on bad thoughts and on sin.

When He calls my name I must act
On faith and believing, not fact
Through good times and bad times alway,
And ask for His favor each day.

(Nov. 2005) 

I Sleep

When sunset draws near
And it's time for bed,
I shall never fear,
But lay down my head;
I sleep in the hands of God.

As I close my eyes
And wait for the morn,
The young moon doth rise;
A new night is born.
I sleep in the hands of God. 

(Nov. 2005) 

Early Morning

Early in the morning
I feel the gentle breeze
And I watch as the quiet wind
Is rustling the leaves.

The sun is slowly rising
Looking down on those below
And parts throughout the forest
Have shown its faint, warm glow.

But then, all of the sudden,
The sunlight did all go.
Behold, the cloud which covers it
Has cast its dark shadow.

The bright sun soon did shine again
After a little while
Brighter than it was before;
It makes you want to smile.

(July 2005) 

The Busy Quilter

I know a busy quilter
A good and kind woman is she
And however much she has to do,
She always has time for me.

She helps me with my stitching,
And we like to sing many a song
And when she isn't looking,
I cut my thread too long.

I love that busy quilter,
My sister in the Lord.
I'm sure I'm not the only one
By whom she is adored. 

(July 2005) 

A Girl and a Flower

A girl is like a flower
Which starts off as a seed;
With food and care and water,
God gives her what she needs.

And then soon will appear a stem
All fresh with morning dew
That's how the girl begins her life
All bright and sweet and new.

And after may days go by
A little bud appears
Reaching up toward the sky;
She's early in her years.

At last the bud burst open,
How straight and tall she stood!
Though sometimes she may be unsure,
She's now in her girlhood.

Though summer rains may weigh her down,
And her face is washed with tears,
Her heav'nly Father hears her cries
For He is always near.

And now she seems to be growing fast
Bees come and pollenate,
And trials she went through in the past
Have only made her great.

She has become a woman;
Her purpose is fulfilled.
The final petal now unfolds,
She stands, oh, straighter still. 

(July 2005) 

Many Tears

Though I cry many tears tonight
I know the Lord is with me
For Jesus is the only light
And only He can comfort me.

I know that it will be all right
When I feel His presence near me.
He will guide me through the night
For He will never leave me.

I smiled and said unto the Lord
As I crawled back in bed:
"Thank You, Jesus, for all You've done,"
Then no more tears were shed.

(Dec. 2004)

River of Love

I went to the river
The River of Love
And saw my dear Father,
The Lord, from above.

I saw that Christ walked
That long path through the mud
I saw that He died for me––
Gave His own blood.

The Lord Jesus died for me
Also for you,
And now He's alive again
Saving us, too.

I know I'm a sinner
I know that I fail
I know that sometimes my
Commitment is stale.

So cleansed in that river
The River of Love
God made me to shine
As white as a dove.

So come to the river
The River of Love
And let God transform you
Into a white dove.

(Nov. 2005) 

God Paints

God paints the sky
With pink and blue;
He put it there
For me and you.

Sometimes the clouds
Are white or gray,
Or wind will blow them
All away.

The sun itself 
Shines yellow gold.
It's not a circle,
So I'm told.

So I'll praise God
For His blue sky,
And all of nature
By and by. 

(written Nov. 2005) 

Sunday, June 19, 2011

My Window

When I look out my window,
I see the sunny sky.
Through trees, I see the wind blow,
Above, the blackbirds fly.

When I look out my window,
I see the grass below
And birds and squirrels and rabbits
On their day's journey go.

When I look out my window,
I see the starting day,
And as I watch the sun rise
The shadows go away.

When I look out my window,
I see the peaceful night.
I see the stars above me
And wait for morning light.

When I look out my window,
I see God's glorious view.
The things that He put out there
He made for me and you.

(written in Nov. 2005)

O Moon

O, moon you shine so bright;
You have such pretty light.
And when the sun goes down,
You light up all the night.

O, sun with smiling ray,
You light up all the day.
You wake the people up
Who then will work and play.

O, stars with twinkling true,
I see their smiles too.
And if you watch them for awhile,
They'll wink and blink at you.

(written June 2005) 

My Bible

My Bible is a lamp to me
It is my lifelong guide
How sweet the words, they are to me
By them I will abide.

I may not understand it all 
But to me that's all right
For when I am no longer small
Then someday I just might.

I shall try to do my best 
To seek the Lord's own will
When I am weak and need to rest
My spirit He will fill. 

(written Dec. 30, 2004)