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The Finger Of God
God's created such
beauty on this
day,
The sun shining
brightly,
With painted skies
bright blue just
to present,
Soft white clouds
brushed lightly.
Even His small
tender plants are
crowning,
Delight feeds
their outing,
Upward they grow
to spring forth
life seeking,
Buds so lush green
sprouting.
In their midst,
lovely flowers
seem to grow,
Vivid blossoms
will thrive,
Sweet life unveils
each hue once more
in flair,
Oh, how God paints
alive.
His miracles we
awake to amazed,
Grand presents or
prizes,
Gifts of God for
us to see His
display,
We love His
surprises.
Viewing His
perfection
brightens our day,
Each day's
Divinely new,
To know The Finger
of God's
transpiring,
Brings a bow and
Thank You.
©Sondra McPherson
March 18, 2003 ©
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Garden of Beauty
Standing amongst the
flowers
In a garden they
surround
Magnificence is
everywhere
I am standing on a
beloved ground
The gardener tends
the flowers
Caring for each and
every bloom
His devotions
dictate bouquets
To adorn lackluster
rooms
We are the flowers
in the garden
God tends to his
children fair
We will bud into
beautiful flowers
With God overseeing
our care
He will remove the
weeds
Which seek to crowd
the beauty
Keeping us in
healthy growth
Through his glorious
purity
One day we will be
taken
By the Lord’s loving
hands
Placed among other
flowers
In Heaven’s Promised
Land
©Gayle Davis
May 5, 2003 ©
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My Dad on Earth
Oh! How I loved my
dad,
And he loved me.
T'was
The best of
relationships we
had.
He was planted in
his ways,
And always thought
himself right,
But gentle with me
always.
Once he spanked me
When a Senior in
high school.
(Kept my brothers
guessing)
I'll always
remember that
lesson.
I've forever been
told,
One views their
Heavenly Father
The same as their
earthly dad.
Both to me,
precious as gold.
One left, in my
heart, a hole
When he went to be
with Him.
The other fills
that gab,
nourishes
Me as I grow old.
Smiles and
reminisces
On this "Father's
Day"
Bathe my memories
in love
Of my dad on
earth,
and the one from
above.
©Carol D. Meeks
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Sinking Sand
We're treading on
this road of life
enclosed by
"sinking sand."
Winds up and down
and all around
to reach that
promised land.
It's up to us to
keep our trust;
to do what God
demands;
and go the way
without astray
into those
"sinking sands!"
For once in there,
the Devil's lair,
we'll sink with
endless pain;
unless we change
and find the range
to straight our
sights again.
For, it's not just
footprints in the
sand
we want the world
to find;
but those that's
found on solid
ground
are ones you leave
behind.
So, steer the
course with much
remorse
and focus on our
goals;
to live life
grand, so "sinking
sand"
will never claim
our souls!
©William E.
Hardison
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Infinity
Grampa', what is
infinity?
Well-let me see,
look at the
sky-how much do
you see?
Oh,Grampa'-there's
too much for me.
No, you can't see
it all-that's
infinity.
Look at the land,
can you see it
all?
Well, no,because
there's more than
here.
Yes, knucklehead,
beyond your call,
beyond your
sphere-
is infinity.
Can you see
GOD-anywhere?
Oh Grampa'-no I
can't!
Yes you can, he's
everywhere, in the
trees,in the
plants,
in this garden, in
the breeze, in his
hills and in his
seas,
in his love for
you and me,
because he is, was
and will be
infinity.
Grampa' I love you
so much.
Yes Sweepea', we've
been touched by a
love that is
infinity.
Then Grampa'-infinity
is forever?
Yes, baby
girl-forever and
ever-Amen
©Betty C. Daniels
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I Need You
Lord, I feel your
presence
I need you close
to me
To help me through
these trying times
A light for me to
see.
There has never
been a time
That I have come
to you
When you would
lift my spirits
And you would see
me through.
As I sit here in
solitude
And think about my
life
I wonder what I've
ever done
To bring on me
this strife.
I know it's not
intended
To try to have it
all
That is the time
that we forget
Our faith begins
to fall.
So help me Lord to
be of faith
Strong like you
want me to be
I know that you
can help me Lord
I'll forever be
thankful to thee
©Ginny Bryant
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MY LOVING WIFE
Over life's
wrestles sea I've
come,
And wonder how I
made it.
Now here in my
waning years I
sit,
For nothing would
I trade it.
God helped me o'er
the roughest part,
With His loving
hand He helped me,
To be a person of
some respect,
And gave me a wife
who loves me.
Without God's help
as I import,
His Son He sent as
an example to be,
And as I tried to
be like Him,
In faltering His
hand would reach
for me.
Now looking back
across the years,
With loving
memories and dried
up tears,
Without my loving
wife beside me,
I never would have
made it.
Thank You Oh my
Gracious Lord,
For a wife to me
to be so
dedicated.
By L.M.Willson
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Planting the Seeds
Planting the seeds
And sowing in
faith,
Waiting to see
Where growth will
lead.
Watching and
waiting,
Praying for the
water
Of the holy word
of God
To bring forth new
life
As the darkness is
fading....
©Dawn Ellen Austin
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