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Friday, April 13, 2012

Hurry Up! 4-13-12

We rush to get ready,

grab wallet and keys,

unlock the old car door,

ignore the fresh breeze.

We start the small engine,

rotating the key,

then buckle our seat belts,

turn on the AC.

We roll down the window,

the radio hear.

Adjusting the mirrors,

we slip it in gear.

Our lives are so busy,

we hurry a lot -

of 'here and now' errands,

eternity not.

We run to appointments,

we run on a whim,

our souls unimportant -

until we see Him.

Thursday, August 18, 2011

Hands 8-18-11

Selfish hands and idle hands

are rotten to the core.

Loving hands and humble hands -

are needed even more.

Not famous hands or jealous hands -

but hands that do God's will.

Eager hands and fearless hands -

enduring hands as well.

Patient and obedient,

or busy as a bee -

clammy too or clumsy,

or unknown they may be.

Feeble hands or age old hands,

or hands that hug a lot -

rugged hands or wrinkled hands,

great many hands or not.

All hands on deck - please listen,

and every faithful hand -

as we go into this dark world

and visit every land.

Share the never failing hands -

His hands - as He prevails.

His hands, that carry us away,

are hands that held the nails.

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Sunday, June 21, 2009

A Child's Prayer 6-21-09

I saw a little girl reaching up for her mothers hand today.

Her mom didn't take it. How cruel!

All the little girl wanted was a little love and comfort.

This circumstance is true. I began to ponder the little girls thoughts....

I woke right up this morning but
my mommy wasn't there.
The sun was shining brightly so
I knew my mommy cared.
I pulled off my pajamas,
put on my favorite dress,
went down to find my mommy and,
with many hopes, impress.

Though she was drinking coffee,
with phone up to her ear -
I said, "Good morning mommy!
I'm very glad you're here."
I must have interrupted her.
I guess she didn't hear,
so I mouthed the words, "I love You"
- tried hard to whisper clear.

I made myself some cereal
as I, each morning, do.
Some say she doesn't love me but,
I know it isn't true.
When finished with my breakfast,
I thought I heard her scoff -
but put the dishes in the sink
and cleared the table off.

Then later on that morning
while going into town -
the radio had blared as if,
I was not around.
While in the mall together,
I reached up for her hand.
I guess she didn't see it or
she didn't understand.

Later, in my room alone -
(just my doll and me)
I heard her call for dinner with
a book and her TV.
The microwave had sounded,
while she sat on the couch.
She didn't ever smile much,
but she was not a grouch.

Tonight, here on my bed I am,
and laying on my back,
some tears are rolling down my cheeks -
my mom's a bit off-track.
So a little prayer I whispered,
(eyes covered with each palm).
I say a prayer to Jesus then -
I thank Him for my mom.

"Jesus, mommy loves me -
no matter what You see.
She gives me everything I need.
Please Jesus, just agree ."

"Mommy is so short of time -
in circles, she gets dizzy -

so if you get a chance, dear Lord -
please help her. She's so busy.

"She's working very hard, you know -
such little time, has she.
I know, if she was here right now -
she'd dry these tears for me.

"So Jesus, don't be angry.
I love her quite a lot.
Please help her with her troubles 'cuz,
my mom is all I've got."

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