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March 22 My GodMy God was… A new beginning, A gift unwrapped. He was the light in the dark, The key to understanding. My God was… The dream unknown, The offer of life. He was the gentle tug at my heart, A breeze to stir my soul. My God is… A hug most needed, A shoulder to cry on. He is there for me no matter what, The fuel that keeps me going. My God is… The most trusted friend, The air I breathe. He is faithfulness personified, A hope beyond all hope. My God will be… A father forever, A love everlasting. He will be my joy today and always, The source of my peace. My God will be… The light never broken, The strength beyond compare. He will be my all in all. The God of gods forever. He was… He is… He will be… My God. November 21 My Melody, My ComforterWhen life’s trials drags me under, To the depths of all despair, A sweet Melody soothes my soul, Like a warm summer breeze. When the world is full of turmoil, When all seems to go wrong, A Melody falls on my ear, To quiet my aching heart. When I feel like a failure, Alone and trapped in dread, My spirit swells with joy, As the Melody passes by. When I’ve been hurt by a loved one, Betrayed and left to cry, I feel the hug of peaceful arms, The Melody dries my eyes. When all I see is fighting, When hate rings loud in the streets, A Melody shelters my heart, And fright is unknown to me. When my friends go before me, And I’m left with only memories, I am tenderly comforted, As a Melody calms my mind. When the trumpet of the Lord sounds, The earth trembling in fear, I will hear that gentle Melody, My essence wrapped in hope. When I see the earth fall away, And the world is dead and dark, A Melody will bring light to me, To bring forever bliss. When everyone around me questions, This peace that I have found, I share with them my Melody, And speak His wonderful name. June 09 So Much BadSo much bad in the world today, So many people are sad. No one can share a smile anymore, All around me someone is mad. I sit and observe day after day. The scene is always the same. Murders and thefts plague the night, As if they’ve made it a game. What’s the world coming to? Will it always stay this way? It keeps on getting worse and worse. Why should I want to stay? There’s nothing left for me to do, I simply sit and stare. I’m unimportant in a world like this. If I died today, would anyone care? If I jumped in and joined the crowd, For sure I’d be the one caught. If I joined the law to stop the war, Who would care for the battles I fought? Limbo has become my street address, But no one writes me here. They all forgot I exist, No one wants to draw me near. Will this struggle ever end? Will I ever be free? Is there any hope at all? Despair is all I see. Out of the gray, someone whispers a prayer, A voice so soft sings of praise. A tiny light far, far away… I can only see it if my eyes I raise. Shifting my gaze from earth to above, It hits me like a rock. I’ve been looking all the wrong places, Now I stand in total shock. There is Someone who cares for me. There is Someone with love. There is joy and a peace to find. I simply had to look above. With open arms, God waits for me. He smiles and takes me in. He hugs me, forgives me, comforts me. All I need is in Him. He gives me all the peace I can hold. He gives me hope beyond compare. All my sorrows fade away, Every pain I couldn’t bear. Now the world is so different to me. The darkness still remains. But I have hope in Jesus Christ. His blood washes all the stains. The joy that stays within my heart, Overcomes the bad. The love I feel holding me, Keeps me from being sad. Now my goal for this bleak world, Is to share what I have found. This gift of life I’ve been given, Cannot be buried underground. Too many lives are torn apart. Too many souls are lost. I need to spread the news of love, I need to speak at any cost. The God I found is everlasting, He’s waiting for you too. He wants to give the peace you want, He wants to make you new. So much bad in the world today… Don’t give up on love. There’s hope, joy, peace everlasting. You simply have to look above. March 06 More Than MeI wanted to be more than me. I wanted to fit in. I didn’t like my gangly legs. Or my hair of carrot orange. My glasses were a bit too thick. My shoes were somewhat old. My clothes weren’t always quite in style, My teeth were never straight. I thought I’d do something different. Gain some popularity. I’d join the band - that’s what I’d do! I’d be a star! Be more than me. So I decided I’d play the trumpet. It looked easy enough. I liked the sound pretty well, My hands were limbered up. But when my lips hit that brass, Something dreadful happened. Expecting sweet notes to appear, The screech shocked my ears. Trying again, I blew once more, The band leader dropped his wand. I thought I’d play another note, But suddenly I was alone! Perhaps I’d chosen the wrong thing to play. Maybe trumpets weren’t my thing. I hand plenty of other choices, Let’s see…I know! The drums! Oh, the thrill of sitting behind that set. Those two sticks in hand. The director gave the cue to start, I played with all my might. But something didn’t seem quite right, No one else was playing The director mentioned a different beat… …A what? Well, okay, so I forgot the drums. But what else could I do? I just had to be more than me, I had to make a difference. Aha! I knew! I’d learn the piano, With those pretty ivory keys. I could do it, I was sure. I’d seen it done a lot. But when my fingers hit those keys, Something odd came out. It didn’t sound like I thought it should… My teacher hid her cringe. My brain told my fingers to go one way, But they didn’t ever obey. My hands flew up and down those scales… I think that teacher now Is deaf. But that was okay - a minor setback. I still had my ideas. I always liked the sound of banjos, Oh, to play one too! So I set out, pick in hand, To be a banjo player. But when I plucked those little strings, I didn’t hear a chord. It sounded more like a crashing car, A freight train run amuck. Perhaps more like a frightened girl, Or a cat whose tail caught fire. I tried again with a bit more vigor, Playing my heart out. But no sooner had I hit those notes, My strings began to snap. I was coming to my wit’s end. I had to change myself! More music! More instruments! Pretty soon, I lost count. From a grand ol’ bass, to a guitar, I even tried the flute. From the organ to a harmonica, I almost tried the harp. But after all those many attempts, I soon became too tired. I couldn’t do it - I couldn’t win. I couldn’t be more than me. But then…I realized… My looks weren’t so bad. My heart was really all that counted, Music I could do without. So I had some weird hair… So I couldn’t see well. So I wasn’t the most popular… Who really cared? Maybe I was fine, just being me. I was already loved. God made me to be myself, Not somebody else. God loved me for my looks inside, For my caring heart. It didn’t matter if I didn’t fit in. I was me - only me. I learned to look beyond the cover. I learned to accept myself. I didn’t need to be more than me, I was just fine…as no one else. February 19 No God?They say there is no God. I gaze at the wondrous clouds. I stare at the mighty mountains. I watch the sun paint the sky at dusk… And they say there’s no Creator? They say there is no God. I watch the raging sea roll in. I hear the thunder roar. I gaze across a land blanketed in the purity of snow. And they say a greater Intelligence doesn’t exist? They say there is no God. I count the veins in every leaf. I examine every rain drop I try to comprehend the vastness of space itself. And they say there is no Maker? They say there is no God. I watch each animal play its part. I take part in the harmony of nature. I smell each blooming flower. And they say God doesn’t exist? They say there is no God. I feel the wind on my face. I see the breathtaking view of canyons. I capture the beauty of a moment of love. And they say my Lord isn’t real? They say there is no God. But I see Him every day. He’s the Creator of the world. The Maker of the Heavens. He planned everything to perfection. And He dwells inside of me. They say there is no God… I know there is. October 31 SeasonsSwimming and playing in the day’s heat, Hotdogs and burgers and popsicles. Summer brings smiles and happy faces, Kids and games; no school is great. Long sunny days and warm still nights, Starlit skies and lightning bugs. All too soon, the fun must end, Jackets are taken out of the closet. The colored leaves fall to the ground, A flutter of gold, orange and red. A cool breeze rustles the drying grass, The nights bring a layer of frost. The tree branches grow grey and bare, Clicking together in the wind. Dark clouds roll high above, A hint of snow wafts through the air. Cold and barren, the winter comes, Blanketing the earth in white. Birds and squirrels hunt for food, Nourishment is scarcely found. Frozen and harsh, blizzards attack, Like a roaring train, they swallow the land. Sparking and desolate, the earth lies still, Quiet and cold, enduring through the chill. Suddenly, the days are warmer, Icicles begin to drip. Birds chirp happily in the trees, Telling of the winter’s end. Green starts to peek through the snow, Flowers pop up through the earth. Sunshine and rain wash away the dirt, A bright new year has just begun. My life was great, and going fine, Everything was falling into place. Bills were all paid, and the house was bought, My pockets lined with spare change and spare time. My family was healthy, all quite happy, I wanted for nothing - quite satisfied. The Lord had been good by blessing me, I thanked Him every day for His love. Then something happened. It went terribly wrong. Some things didn’t work, I was hard up for cash. But it looked all right, I plodded along, The Lord would provide, I was sure. So I sat and I waited and looked to the sky, But all I saw were the dark clouds building. Suddenly it went from bad to worse. My family ran askew. Finances were down, along with the car, My house needed a new roof. My father died, and my mother was sad, My soul was tormented - where was God now? Nothing was going right, I wanted to die. Where had I gone wrong? Then I saw a glimmer of hope, I knew rescue was on the way. Harsh times were slowly being taken away, My life was being restored. Things were looking up, I was sure of that, God was there after all, protecting me. Through all the trials I’d had to face, Now I was stronger…another year had begun. A year’s seasons come and go, So too our lives have seasons. Sometimes it’s summer, and all is going fine, Then comes the fall, and we begin to question. The winter is harsh, and we lose all hope, Only to discover God is carrying us through. If your life is in winter, don’t despair, Your spring is just around the corner. God won’t give you more than you can take, He’s there…trust Him…He will see you through. September 20 Don't Wait Until "Too Late"I lived my life for Christ alone, Reading my Bible every day. I attended church all the time, And listened to the preacher. I said a prayer each day and night, And did good deeds, results of faith. I kept God’s Word in my heart, And memorized the Scriptures. My friend didn’t come with me to church. But I was timid and didn’t say a thing. My friend did that which was wrong. But I was too embarrassed and stayed quiet in the corner. My friend made fun of God, my Father. But I was scared and did nothing to correct. My friend hung out with the wrong sort of crowd. But I was withdrawn and didn’t say a word. My friend treated me with disrespect. But I was ashamed and did not proclaim forgiveness. My friend spoke out against my Lord. But I was shocked and silently stood by. My friend hit a wall and had no one to turn to. But I was uneasy and didn’t mention prayer. My life on earth was finally done, And it was time to leave this earth. I walked the road to Heaven, On my way I looked behind myself. But instead of my friend close by, The road stood bare and empty. I was by myself to meet my Lord… My friend wasn’t there to share the great reward. What had I done all those years? I’d done all of the things right. I’d stuck with God, I’d lived my life, A fine Christian example. But I’d missed something… Something now I regretted so. If only I’d had the courage. If only I’d been able to speak. If I could do over just one thing… I’d bring my friend with me. I’d forgotten to share my faith. I’d forgotten to share my peace. Keeping it all within myself, It shone but was overshadowed. Too timid and scared to speak up of Christ, I let my friend die…never knowing God. Too many friends won’t share our glory, Unless we have the courage to speak the Truth. Share the Message every waking hour… Don’t walk that road alone. Don’t ever let it be, “Too late,” for those you love. September 06 God KnowsI wore a blue dress today, and God knew it. I took a bus to work, and God knew that too. I bought broccoli for supper, and God knew I did. I arranged flowers on my table, and God knew I did that too. My dog needed a bath (so did I), and God knew all that. My clothes were washed with high power soap, and God knew all that too. No occurrence was ever too small…God knew every detail. My cat died while I was away, and God knew it. My sister and I had a quarrel, and God knew that too. I accidentally burned myself and God knew I did. I cried myself to sleep tonight, and God knew I did that too. I couldn’t afford to see my brother, and God knew all that. I was late again on my rent, and God knew all that too. No problem was ever too small…God knew every one. I cursed the day that I’d been born, and God knew it. I yelled at my own mother, and God knew that too. I threw my fist at someone else, and God knew I did. I told a lie to my friend today, and God knew I did that too. My promise I’d made was broken in two, and God knew all that. My live was a mess because of me, and God knew all that too. No fault or sin was ever too small…God knew all I’d done. My shame felt too much to bear, and God knew it. My heart was overridden with guilt, and God knew that too. I beat myself up inside, and God knew I did. I felt worthless and unworthy, and God knew I did that too. I couldn’t think of anything good, and God knew all that. I was lost in my world of darkness, and God knew all that too. No sorrow or pain was ever too small…God knew what was in my heart. I fell to my knees, at the end of my rope, and God was there for me. I cried to Him and hid my face, and God was there for me too. I said I was sorry for all that I’d done, and God drew me close. I begged for forgiveness, and God drew me closer. I knelt at His feet, enveloped in love, and God hugged me as His own. I found my purpose of spreading that love, and God wrote my name in His book of life. No stain of guilt was ever too big…God erased them all. Maybe you’re hurting or are full of pain. God knows it. Maybe you’re fighting a battle within yourself. God knows that too. Maybe you feel you can’t ever be forgiven. God knows you can. Maybe you feel you’re too full of sin. God knows He can make you clean. Maybe you feel unworthy to pray. God is just waiting to hear your voice. Maybe you think God doesn’t love you. You’ve never been more wrong. No one was ever too far…for the grace of God to reach. God sees you. God loves you. God knows you. August 14 Seeds that GrowI took a small pot, and filled it to the top with dirt. I took a second small pot and did the same thing. In each little pot, I placed a single seed. I wasn’t sure what it was for… the bag didn’t tell me. I watched and I waited for days on end, Just waiting to see that first green shoot. I watered the first one faithfully, I put it in the sun and sang to it during the day. The second one seemed old news, So I guess it got ignored. I forgot to water it, and kept it in the corner. But the first little plant finally appeared. It was green and tender just like I knew it’d be. It slowly uncurled to a height of three inches, Ever so slowly reaching up and up. Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. That little plant grew as tall as me! I still wasn’t sure what it was called, But it didn’t matter to me, I pruned easily enough. That plant stayed with me all through the years, As I still cared for it, loved it and groomed it. One day I found that second small pot. It was still in the corner…oops, I’d forgot. Oh, well, I’d gotten one out of two. That was good enough - out to the trash with you! Two brothers went to church, early in the day. They both sat in the pew, They both bowed their heads to pray. They both heard the sermon that the preacher preached, They both shook hands with the others there that day. They both sang the songs that worshiped God, They both read the Bible, the verse for the day. The first one went home, thinking it all over. The second one went to his friend’s bbq. The first brother sat and thought, He read through his Bible, the words that he’d heard. He changed his heart that very hour, Gave his life to Christ, promised to stay true. The second brother came back home, He stayed up late, to watch his favorite show. He glanced at the Bible laying on the shelf, But thought he’d wait…he had other things to do. The first brother went out, to spread the Good News. He told his neighbors, his family and all of his friends. He read through the Word, over and over, He started a ministry, he helped the poor and hungry. The second brother sat and shook his head, What a fool his brother was, he thought to himself. He’s wasting his time, he’s gone plum nuts. He glanced at the Bible laying on the shelf, But thought it foolish…he had other things to do. Then came the day, when both brothers died. The first brother met his Lord and his God. He was welcomed to Heaven with arms spread wide. He was part of God’s family, He’d lived a Christian life. But he watched in sadness as his brother was turned away, He wouldn’t be seeing him again… he’d chosen the other way. Two seeds were planted, each in their own pots, Both had been given the same change of life. One chose living water, while the other stayed dry. One chose the Light, the one True Light, One stayed in darkness, his death very real. One sprang up high, embracing love and life, One never grew…it had other things to do. Seeds have been planted within each of us. We’ve heard the Word of God, And we know of Jesus Christ. We’ve heard the sermons preached to us, We know the same old stories, That were read to us when we were kids. Now’s the time for those seeds to grow, But they need light, water and care. Ignored in our lives, they’ll soon die away, Leaving us empty and cold…with other things to do. Don’t wait. God is now. He’s waiting just for you, With His arms spread open wide. June 20 My FriendI tried to make friends with the trees... But they never did hug back. I tried to make friends with the clouds... But I don’t think they listened to me. I tried making friends with the flowers... But they died awfully quick. I tried making friends with the insects... But they were too busy for me. I looked for a friend in a dog... But my conversations were pretty one-sided. I looked for a friend in a cat... But quite frankly, she could have cared less. I tried to make friends with my TV... But it talked to me non-stop. I tried to make friends with the stars... But their predictions never did come true. I finally turned to heavy drinking, To try and forget my loneliness. I turned to drugs and money, But all I found was more emptiness. Where could I find a friend for me? Where was a friend who would never leave? Did one exist, with love unconditional? Did one exist, who would listen to my heart? Where could I find a friend, Who would be my friend - my one true friend? There wasn’t one in the trees outside, There wasn’t one in all my pets. There wasn’t one in my TV screen, Nor in my glass, dry of whiskey. In one last effort, I looked to the sky. No...not the clouds this time. To One they said would be my friend. One who’d last eternity. One who would love me forever, Who gave their own Son, just for me. I’d searched the earth high and low, If only I’d looked just a little bit higher. I’d had a Friend all along, He’d been waiting on me, all this time. He’d had His arms held open wide, In the shape of a cross, His Son crucified. For me, He’d done that, He’d taken my sins, washed clean away. What better friend, could I have found, Than my own Heavenly Father, His love never ending. If you need a friend, Don’t search your life away. Don’t waste all your time, One the earthly, foolish things. But look up high, and deep in your heart. Open your mind...accepting the love. My Father in Heaven wants to be your Father too. He’s a friend to me, And can be yours too. “For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.” What a friend we have in Jesus. May 27 And God SaidI told a lie. God said, "I love you." I disrespected my parents. God said, "I love you." I stole from my neighbor. God said, "I love you." I hit someone. God said, "I love you." I broke the law. God said, "I love you." I lost my temper. God said, "I love you." I ignored my family. God said, "I love you." I pushed away those in need. God said, "I love you." I said some nasty things. God said, "I love you." I took the Lord's name in vain. God said, "I love you." I turned my back on God. He said, "I still love you." I no longer wanted to listen. I didn't want to hear those words. I closed my ears. I shut my heart. I ran away. I cursed the day I was born. I drank away my sorrows. I spent lonely nights on the street. I glared in the face of pity. I spat on the face of the proud. I despised the good and fair. I stumbled in the darkness. I fell to my broken knees. My spirit was crushed. My soul was run dry. My heart ached for love. My very being cried for comfort. And God said..."I love you." How could someone love me? How could they love this wretch? How could they want me? How could they ignore my faults? How could they want my pain? How could they bear my shame? I spoke of hate, anger and greed. I turned my back on my Maker. I shut the door in His face. But He's still there? He still wants my heart? I denied Him every time. But God said, "I love you." He still waits for me to come? What makes Him love me so? I'm certainly not worthy. I can't make amends. I can't go back and change my deeds. I can't make right what I've done wrong. I can't do over the things of the past. It can't be true...God couldn't love someone like me. But God said, "I LOVE YOU!" All right, I'm listening! You said You sent Your Son? Your one and only Son? To die on a cross? For man's forgiveness? For my forgiveness? Jesus died for me? For me and all my faults? Through Him I can come to You? Through Him there is forgiveness? Through Him there's eternal life? For even a sinner such as I? I ran into the open arms still waiting. And God said, "I love you." Why is accepting love so hard? Why is accepting God's love the hardest thing for man? It's free for the taking, if only we believe. How precious God's gift of life and love is, and yet how hesitant we are to take His hand. The gift of salvation can be so complex, but how simple it can be as well. The complexity of faith and love and eternity can confuse and discourage our human minds. But the simplicity of letting go and falling into God's arms is the reward beyond rewards. God did send His Son to die for us. He does love each and every one of us and will until the very end. But even though He loves us enough to die, we must make that step forward and take His hand. Accepting love doesn't always have to be hard. Simply let the complexity go and believe as a child. Don't deny the love that was meant for you and me. May 15 The Heart of a ServantI saw a woman in need today. But I didn’t give her a second look. I saw a man who was crying today. But I was too busy to stop. I saw a boy who’d lost his parents. But I had too many worries of my own. I saw a girl weeping by the road. But I was late for my meeting. Someone needed a ride today. But I didn’t want to take the time. Someone called for help on the phone. But I let the machine take the call. Someone wanted my help at the church. But it was my own cleaning day. Someone desperate showed up at my doorstep. But I didn’t answer the bell. I saw someone who was hungry. But I wanted food for myself. I saw someone who was thirsty. But water is too expensive. I saw someone in need of clothes. But my closet isn’t full enough. I saw someone in need of Christ. But I saw too many people watching. I approached the throne of God today, my years of life been spent. He asked me what I’d done for Him. So I gave him the list I’d written. I’d been to church every Sunday, and I’d prayed at every meal. I’d put a sticker on my car that said, “Jesus Saves.” I’d helped with kids in Sunday school...though it wasn’t too much fun. I’d even helped clean the pews...once or maybe twice. I’d proudly wore my “WWJD” bracelet for everyone to see. I’d told my family, “I’m a Christian!” so they’d look at me. I’d put a magnet on my fridge, that said, “God loves you.” I’d set my clock for six AM, for my short devotion time. I’d worked a full time job for years, and put my kids through college. I’d given some of my own money to charities and schools. I told my Lord, that I was a Christian. I told Him I was His. I told Him why I should go to Heaven for all the good deeds I’d done. But then He told me, quite sadly too, that He didn’t know who I was. He told me that my heart was mine...that I’d never given it to Him. He told me that He’d been hungry, but that I’d passed Him by. He said that He’d been thirsty, but I’d been too busy to care. He explained that He’d needed clothes, but I’d been too selfish to help. He even told me He’d been imprisoned, but I’d never seen Him there. Stunned, I told Him that all those things weren’t true! For this had been the first time that I’d even see His face. “When was that, Lord?” I asked quite loud. “I never saw those things! I’ve done all my very best. Don’t you see all my good deeds?” Suddenly I saw them, all before my eyes. The people I’d passed up in life. The people I’d ignored. The women, men and children, that I’d turned by back upon. Their faces flashed before me, mocking my heart of greed. “But, Lord!” I cried again, quite desperate this time. “I had more important things to do that day. Someone else could help them out! I don’t see your face among all theirs. They deserved the trouble they’re in. I couldn’t find the time to help them. It just didn’t fit my schedule.” Then my Lord turned me, for the last and final time. And in a quite voice He spoke. “I tell you the truth, whatever you did not do for one of the least of these, you did not do for Me.” I saw a woman in need today...and I stopped... to lend a helping hand. May 04 Through Different EyesMy car broke down, today on the road. My lawn’s waist-high and needs to be mowed. My cat jumped up, knocked over the vase. My house is a mess…I need more space. Supper got burned on the stove tonight, Need to clean the kitchen, oh what a sight. The dog woke up the neighbors again, A good night’s rest? How long has it been? My clothes got pulled right off the line, All this trouble – I’m going out of my mind! My horse bucked me off, right to the ground. I’m sure she laughed; I know that sound. The rain has leaked right through my ceiling, In the garden all day, my sunburn’s peeling. The t.v. remote took a walk somewhere, I just can’t find it, it’s just not fair! Gas prices up, stock market down, The economy keeps going ‘round and ‘round. Then I stop…I hear my Lord speak. What He says in my Bible makes me feel so weak. I sit and ponder what I’ve read in the Word, My pity party now seems absurd. Murders on the street, robberies at night, Cops are kept busy, breaks up another fight. Drugs and guns are the new cool toys, New sights and sounds, and all the new ploys. Our kids are tempted all sorts of new ways, We worry at night that they’re still okay. War in the east keeps us up to watch the news, In our very own neighborhood, battles ensue. Lost souls cry out just to be heard, They listen for help…but hear not a word. A stealthy thief picks up another knife. Loved ones are weeping for the loss of a life, The unsaved souls multiply by the tens, My heart starts to hurt as I see my own friends. What have I done, with all of my time? I’ve worried for me, myself, only mine. I’ve paid attention to just my own trials, Not ever seeing the lack of their smiles. What have I done? Have I been that blind? I’m fretting over me, instead of being kind. Lord, please forgive me, for being such a fool, Compared to those hurting, my life is so good. Use me, God, I give myself away. I want to help, today I will pray. Forget about my troubles with my dog and my cat. Forget about my soreness and my laundry at that. I have a mission, one so intense, I need to seek the lost; see past my own fence. Materials will mend, soreness will subside, I have a job for money to get myself by. I have all it takes…I am truly blessed, My perspective has changed, I could do with lots less. When looking at life through the eyes of love, I see a lost world… That needs Jesus Christ. “Therefore go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, and teaching them to obey everything I have commanded you. And surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age.” (Matthew 28:19-20) April 27 QuestionsWhy do snowflakes fall,
In patterns each so different? Why does the sun shine down, So hot in the summer time? Why do pretty flowers, Each have their own fragrance? Why do bees buzz by, While butterflies float on the breeze? Why do things go wrong, When we try our very hardest? Why do people hurt, When we try to mend the bruises? Why do bad things happen, To those who are most kind? Why do tragedies occur, On the kind and gentle ones? There is One who holds the answer. There is One who holds the key. He made the snow unique, And set the sun in motion. He made the pretty flowers, Molding each and every petal. He created the bee’s own pattern, And shaped the butterfly wings. He knows why things go wrong, And is sad when we fail to hear Him. He knows each hurt in every heart, And longs to be with them. He knows the bad that comes, And just wants us to pray. He sees the tragedies occur, And wants to hold His children. I know this One, The One who holds the key. He’s my Father in Heaven, And wants to be your Father too. He’s the sense of peace, In a tragic dying world. He’s given a gift of salvation, To those who will accept. The “whys” of today, Won’t last forever, We ponder our lives away, Simply wanting to learn the truth. But the truth of the matter is simple, So simple it’s hard to comprehend. Love the Lord with all your heart, And lean not on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge Him, And he will make your paths straight. Why the snow flies, Or why the sun is hot. Why bad things happen, Or why someone gets hurt... Those are questions, On which we cannot dwell. Come with me into the shelter, Of the everlasting arms of grace. Seek out the Mighty Savior, And find the peace within. The most important questions, Are those of life and of eternity. They can all be answered, With the love, of Jesus Christ our Lord. -Rachel B. |
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