This Single Tree 11-17-11

I want to change the whole wide world

and show God's loving touch.

I know the great commission.

I want to do so much...

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A brilliant yellow daffodil -

with color bright and full...

but how, if I have never seen -

can know how beautiful?

A peach - so juicy, succulent -

with taste that I can savor...

but how, if I have never ate -

can know its unique flavor?

A sonata in D-minor -

with music so profound...

but how, if I have never heard -

can truly know its sound?

Jesus - so perfect, wonderful -

who loves me without end...

but how, if I so stingy loved -

can know Him as a friend?

If head, I pull, from clouds above,

one day I'll understand -

this world is like a forest and,

this tree, just like a man.

Proclaim, I how, God's love to all -

and in the forest be -

when I know not the blessing 'cause

I stand in way of me?

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Indeed, I want to change the world,

and show God's loving touch.

But change, I how, the forest when -

this single tree's too much?

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Walking Faith 2-20-11

What is music to the deaf?

What are rainbows to the blind?

What are shoes worn by the lame?

What mere words can so define...

a special Son,

sent to a cross,

in a world,

forever lost?

What are dollars to a horse?

What are needles without thread?

What are tears without our grief?

What are Bibles to the dead?

Our ears must hear.

Our eyes must see.

Beyond the graves

our faith must be.

His loving grace,

forever pours -

draws walking faith,

to Heaven's doors.

Words are pathways,

nothing more.

There's Someone we

must cry out for.

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Special Day 12-7-09

For God so loved the world that
He gave to us a special day -
though we were in such disarray -
He loved this world anyway.

So many search both high and low,
both east and west - and worldwide -
for anything that they decide,
can fill their emptiness inside.

We cut our trees, then water them -
and decorate with balls and bow.
We hang up lights with colored glow
and then we hang the mistletoe.

We wish to feel a special way -
spend time with friends and family.
But if we loved, we too could see
that humbleness still holds the key.

With decorations 'round the globe -
with music filled with lovely sound -
this special day is so profound -
so why has Jesus not been found?

Now do not search your hearts or minds
and don't be timid, don't be weak.
The wise men came with gifts unique.
And tell me, who did shepherds seek?

For God so loved the world that
He gave to all this special day -
not just another 'holiday' -
so shout out loud, these words today:

Merry Christmas!
Merry Christmas!
Merry Christmas!

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Luke 1:14 (KJV) And thou shalt have joy and gladness; and many shall rejoice at his birth.

Foundation's Truth 8-1-09

So proud and tall she stands today,
for she had understood the way -
the importance of her humble job
while surrounded with such disarray.

Lest our nation backward slide,
never once we cussed or lied,
but now through 'hope' and true 'belief'
we're safely home and here abide.

She had noticed through the years
so many 'wet behind the ears'.
For they had taken it for granted -
a right that easily disappears.

Still there, but lonely, she still stands,
(no music, pomp or marching bands) -
Her usefulness has gone, expired -
as 'greater good' today demands.

Our freedom's 'right' - none can erase,
but most give up in any case.
She stands so ready, though alone -
next to a corrupt voting place.

When blinded by bad policy,
can she still fly our flag freely?
If one by one our 'rights' are stripped -
can this, a mighty nation be?

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Summer Day 3-22-09

There is nothing more fine on a warm summer day
than laying in grasses of clover and hay,
where breezes make music through all of the trees,
and birds do their singing among all the leaves.

A butterfly zig-zagged hither and yon

busily flapping as I looked on.
My eyes raised up at the vastness of space.
I wondered what God thought of His human race.

Soaking up comfort in all that I saw,
lying there silent, in skeptical awe -

pouring His beauty in nature below,

how did God start it so long, long ago?

He continues to bless us year after year -

why does He love us? It isn't clear.

God did create us - all different kinds,

so what does He look for in all of our minds?

My horse wandered over and nuzzeled my head.

He wanted me up in the saddle instead.

I sat on his back, took a minute or two -

and pondered the question, searched for a clue.

As I kicked his haunches I knew as I grinned

that he would obey as I leaned to the wind.

He faithfully galloped with all of his might -
the answer revealed as I rode out of sight.

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