When I think about Jesus …my heart begins to swell; Almost bursting with desire to its story tell. The corridors were dark and sad before. There were no windows and very few doors. Closed up tight with even more walls building up within, For there was no real desire to allow anyone in. A lonely place, empty, with confusion in the air; For time had proven that no one really cared. The childlike hopes and dreams were thrown away; Rotting in the corners starting to decay. Then says my heart… The inner world became a new place, Touched by God’s mercy and His sweet amazing grace. Light and love entered through the opened door, With the redeeming power might of the risen Lord. Joy cleared the air with the aroma of Christ. The walls began to crumple disappearing out of sight. Sweet songs perfume the air with pleasing peace within; Now that my heart is home to Him. Precious new hope and faith shines out from me, Now that from darkness I have been freed. Oh heart, keep sending out praise to God above; To tell of the mighty work of His incredible love.
Jerimiah 31:3 The Lord hath appeared of old unto me, saying, Yea, I have loved thee with an everlasting love: therefore with lovingkindness have I drawn thee.
Deuteronomy 30:19 I call heaven and earth to record this day against you, that I have set before you life and death, blessing and cursing: therefore choose life, that both thou and thy seed may live:
Once Upon a Time
Once upon a time when the earth was young, There was the Father, The Spirit and The Son. Deep in their heart was a plan to be, A lovely plan to last for eternity. With a little dust from earth He formed man, He was fashioned carefully by God’s hand. Then just a breath from God above, Packed within was life, and love. Man and women in one He made, To His image portray. The crown of creation was he; Fully created to appreciate his God intimately. In this land together they danced, sang and played; Thoroughly enjoying one another every day. But then entered sin, And the sweet fellowship came to an end. Innocence was lost …evil was now in control. Man had been deceived and lost his soul. But the Creator, God of love, power, and might, Came to rescue the love of His life. He chose to pay their debt of sin, By giving His own life to save them. The tale is not over…no not indeed. For the wise will rule and reign with Him for eternity. It seems a long saga in the mind of man, But it is only a breath of time to I AM. This is a story where you choose your own ending for you see, You can choose to love and serve God or to serve the enemy. I give you the free choice to choose life or to choose death. If you choose Life, a lived happily ever after ending you can expect!
Oh how I love to bask in the sunshine of Your love.
My Life is Kissed by the Son
Even on a rainy day when all looks glum, I will relax and bask in the Son. In the sweet heavenly place, My heart reaches up for His embrace. I may be tired inside and outside too, But my whole being has a hunger to in His realm move. As I take a deep breath of His abiding peace I feel my energy increased. Every worry is abandoned and left behind, As His love and promise fills my mind. The clouds lift and the flowers bloom again, Filling my heart with the sweet aroma of Him. Beside still waters rests my soul, At rest … content in His sure hold. New wisdom is poured into the vessel of clay, Prepared to face yet another day. Ready and willing to serve my Risen King. Ready with clean heart to His praises sing. The clouds are lifted the rain has passed. The future beacons with new promise leaving behind the past. A new day and a new time to come; With full assurance my life is kissed by the Son.
A little becomes more than enough, When it is by God’s hand touched. Whatever you have, offer it to God above, To be multiplied by the touch of Love. In the Word of God many times, There are examples to testify God’s design. God proved time and again, That little becomes more when entrusted to Him. A small lunch fed multitudes…a little fish the taxes paid. A word of authority raised a dead man from the grave. A heart touched by the truth no longer lost remains; But is saved, and made new and freed from chains. Prayer moves mountains out of paths every day. An encouraging word can chase fear away, A tiny child that speaks faith can be, Like a beacon-light so a blind in heart can see. A word of rhyme jotted down, Becomes a wealth of wisdom good and sound. A little bit of joy fills up your life so much; It causes pleasure to those you touch.
Luke 6:38 Give, and it shall be given unto you; good measure, pressed down, and shaken together, and running over, shall men give into your bosom. For with the same measure that ye mete withal it shall be measured to you again.
2 Corinthians 8:15 As it is written, He that had gathered much had nothing over; and he that had gathered little had no lack.
I know we can feel love, but can we see love? God is love. Love is plainly seen in the face of His Son Jesus. How I love Him who first loved me.
If Love Was Visible
If love was visible we would see. The softest, gentlest, feeling that could ever be. Love’s colors are beautiful; full of kindness for others. It is not forceful in any way; you will discover, Words full of hope and peace it prefers. Love’s touch is sacrificial and is willing to serve. Love touches with as gentle a hand, To lead and guide to the truth as it can. As you recognize what love does and Who is Love in the Word, You will desire show the world the truth you have heard. Love is clearly visible….He is Jesus God’s Son; And He can be and is seen in His chosen ones.
Ephesians 3:17-19 That Christ may dwell in your hearts by faith; that ye, being rooted and grounded in love, May be able to comprehend with all saints what is the breadth, and length, and depth, and height; And to know the love of Christ, which passeth knowledge, that ye might be filled with all the fulness of God.
Psalms 73:28 But it is good for me to draw near to God: I have put my trust in the Lord GOD, that I may declare all thy works.
This poem tells of clay being molded and shaped by the Potters hand. I have felt His work in the forming and I have felt the heat of the fire applied to make me strong; and it is not always a pleasant feeling. I trust Him and I trust I will be made a vessel better to serve Him.
The Fire Touched Life
The fiery touch of Heaven upon a life, Strengthens and conditions for service for Christ Clay is formed; molded and shaped, Into the vessel the potter desire to make. When a flaw is evident it is started anew. The same clay reformed is made a masterpiece into. After its forming, it is placed into the fiery furnace, So it will strengthen to endure at later service. Love is at work within you. His work is intricate, sure and precise. His full attention is in the formation of your life, He has great plans for you, which only He is able to see. It is a life of purpose, that brings profit for eternity, So remember in yourself and others; the process is slow. However there is great progress in the fire-touched soul. The Holy Spirit never tires of His work inside, So the outside like diamonds shine; proving Jesus within abides.
Isaiah 64:8 But now, O Lord, thou art our father; we are the clay, and thou our potter; and we all are the work of thy hand
Romans 8:38-39 For I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come, Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.
His unfailing love fills the earth; it is displayed for all to see. From the mountains to the plains reveal His majesty. His sunrises and sunsets beautifully paint the sky; Causing pleasures to the watchful eye. The bird’s song, gentle breezes that caress the brow, The flight of the eagle, the waving palms that bow, The mighty cedars, the tiny seed that grows, The cross of Calvary provided to save sinful souls. His gentle prodding’s encourage all to come, With fierce intense flooding soulS with His love is overcome. His love fills the earth and enters and surrounds. The receptive heart that has opened, self will lay down. His joy, His praise, His strength and His power becomes, All a part of the life of His chosen one. Opened eyes begin to see His glory on every side; And His unfailing love without measure for His bride.
I will give thanks to the God of heaven. His love endures forever.
When we have a very busy schedule many times we don’t think we even have time to pray! But really the opposite is true. When our priorities are right, even in busy, stressful times we will have His joy and strength within.
The Pullover Place
When life’s traffic is too fast, Sometimes it causes us to crash. Minds become boggled … body becomes stressed, The heart becomes heavy and life is not at its best. All needs to relax a bit; A quiet time causes much benefit. There is a wonderful pullover place; Provided through God’s mercy and grace. A lovely peace-filled place where strength is restored; Where there is found renewal in the Lord, Where sweet, tasty morsels are prepared, By a loving Savior that truly cares. Songs of beauty flood the heart anew, In this pullover place prepared for you. Amazing things happen when you take time out of your day, To spend with the One that provided the way. Completely refreshed and ready to go again; Ready to place yourself in service for Him. Remember, when you tire from life’s traffic – stop awhile. Come in prayer to the pullover place that causes your heart to smile.
Mark 6:31 And he said unto them, Come ye yourselves apart into a desert place, and rest a while: for there were many coming and going, and they had no leisure so much as to eat.
It is good to recognize those in our life that makes the air sweeter around us. They may need an encouraging word all they do is appreciated. We all have special people in our life that make the world a better place. Lord help us to communicate our love and respect for their contribution and their service to You and to others.
When you think of a rose on the vine, Its sweet aroma immediately comes to mind. They are an appreciated gift; On special occasions to your spirit lift. Unless under special care all their petals fall. The sweet aroma leaves last of all.
There are many in God’s kingdom like this. They are like the rose and too are a special gift. Lovely, sweet aroma comes from their life. Their hearts are filled with praise to the Lord Jesus Christ. Petals fall here and there, As their aroma is with others shared. God is pleased with them. but at times they do not believe it is so. They feel useless and almost invisible. Would you, could you do a favor for yourself and for them too? Tell them you love and appreciate all they have done and still do.
Ephesians 5:2 And walk in love, as Christ also hath loved us, and hath given himself for us an offering
and a sacrifice to God for a sweetsmelling savour.
Romans 12:10 Be kindly affectioned one to another with brotherly love; in honour preferring one another;
I love to enter into the presence of my Lord. In my times of prayer I know He hears every word I say. I admit at times I really do not know always how to pray.. Some sound even to my ears more of a complaint. I am glad God loves to hear my voice, and I am thrilled when in the silence I not only feel His presence but hear the still small voice that brings comfort or peace within.
The Sounds of Prayer
Prayer of some to the listening ear, Sounds like music…. pleasant to hear. The words flow like honey sweet; Full of hope to the situation meet. Some utter requests haltingly… not quite clear, Uncertain of the correct words for desires most dear. Some speak without much flair, In simple sentences they state their prayers. Some are prayer warriors… fluent when all alone, In the privacy of their own home. Some send up mini-prayers the day throughout, Commenting on whatever they are feeling or thinking about. Some ask with a rush of feelings overcome with great emotion. Some pray automatically with great devotion. It does not really matter…. do not let it cause concern within. What matters is Jesus, your Savior, now calls you friend. He hears every word…and even inspires some words you speak. But it is hearts words that He really seeks.
Romans 8:26-27 Likewise the Spirit also helpeth our infirmities: for we know not what we should pray for as we ought: but the Spirit itself maketh intercession for us with groanings which cannot be uttered. And he that searcheth the hearts knoweth what is the mind of the Spirit, because he maketh intercession for the saints according to the will of God.