Acknowledgment
To my Heavenly Father – Abba – Adonai Eloheinu, who
has stood so long on those porch steps with the home light burning behind
Him, lighting the way; standing with outstretched arms, beckoning,
whispering my name in the silences, waiting for this prodigal child to
return home to
His
Merciful, Forgiving and Unconditional Loving Arms.
Thank you Abba – surely Your Mercies have been new every morning for
this child.
Jeremiah
31:3
The L-rd appeared of old to me [saying], Yes,
I have loved you with an everlasting love: therefore with loving kindness
have I drawn you.
The Journey
It’s been a journey of
Mountains and valleys,
Deserts and oasis –
But
no matter where I am found,
It’s been by Your Graces.
I’ve stood alone on mountain peaks,
Lay
on the lush grasses at their feet –
I’ve weathered the storms of cold desert nights,
And
always come out guided by Your Light.
There’s many a step I would not have taken,
But
circumstance, person and place –
All
of these have dictated,
Until I found myself seeking Your Face.
Dependant upon all that the natural can sense,
I’ve tossed to and fro, day in and day out;
But
now at such a time as this,
You’re teaching me only with Your Love to persist.
A Burden Shared
The
beauty of Heaven’s snow,
Lies heavily on the roof below.
The
winds rustle the limbs of trees,
Howling nature’s song through long forgotten leaves.
The
city begins to rise,
The
hum of electricity fills the air;
The
dawn creeps in, lighting night’s skies;
Traffic purrs, pedestrians pass by.
The
imprint of footsteps of a solitary man,
Leave a trail in the snow, winding round the bend.
There’s a depth that speaks of a burden he does bear,
And
I ask of myself, “Is it one I can share?”
Matthew 25:35
For I was hungry and you gave me food, I was thirsty and you gave me
something to drink, I was a stranger and you made me your guest. :36 I
needed clothes and you provided them, I was sick and you took care of me, I
was in prison and you visited me. :37 Then the people who have done what
G-d wants will reply, “L-rd, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or
thirsty and give you something to drink”? When did we see you a stranger
and make you our guest, or needing clothes and provide them? :39 When did
we see you sick or in prison, and visit you?” :40 The King will say to
them, “Yes! I tell you that whenever you did these things for one of the
least important of these brothers of mine, you did them for me!”
Matthew 11:28
Come to me, all of you who are struggling and burdened, and I will give you
rest. :29 Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, because I am gentle and
humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. :30 For my yoke is
easy, and my burden is light.
Through His Eyes
Cradled in the palm of His hand,
Through His eyes, I see all that I am.
I
thought I was big, grown up and wise,
But
not so, when seen through His eyes.
I
lay there, tiny and curled up,
But
a mere speck, not very much.
When seen through His eyes,
It's scary to think I once thought I was wise.
My Child
You are
joy, you emanate joy, and
You give
joy…
To this
mother’s heart,
To your
special sister and friend,
Though
we’re miles apart.
Your
essence knows no distance,
Once one
has touched your shore;
For you
give to another a treasure
That lasts
for eternity and more.
You give of
self and never take back,
So that
though apart, we who have known you
Shall
always have a special part of you,
Living
within our heart!
When We Meet
When we
meet will the sparks fly,
When I
look at your face
Will I see
the reflection of my love
From deep
within your eyes?
Will time
stand still, will the mountains roar,
Will the
stars in heaven shine brighter than before?
Will the
birds cease their singing,
To hear
the song of our heartbeats ringing?
Will we
embrace as never before,
Will it be
as though we've always been?
Will the
joy of our lives as we've awaited this day,
Burst
forth in rapture, causing the heavens to sway?
When that
day arrives and we stand face to face,
Will we
reach out in touch,
Closing
all distance, time and space...
As what
has been prepared, now takes its place?
Just a Seed
In her
quest to be like the Divine,
She ate the
fruit of the forbidden vine.
In her
greed she swallowed the seed,
Which
continues to feed man’s lustful greed.
In His
quest to redeem His creation,
He nurtured
a seed from His Holy Vine.
In His
Mercy He continues to water the seed,
Fulfilling
His plan of redemption through just a seed.
L-rd You
Promised!
L-rd, you
promised
That if You
went away,
You would
send the Comforter
With me to
stay!
Well L-rd,
I’ve asked and asked,
Day in and
day out!
I’ve cried
out to You,
Can You not
hear, how loud must I shout?
It seems
You’ve gone away,
And I’m
left here all alone.
It’s hard
in this place,
My
temporary home.
Tears
As I lay in
bed late at night
Sounds of
ice pellets crashed against my windows.
It was as
though the Father’s soft flowing tears,
Crystallized into something hard and cold
As they
touched the dying earth;
A place
that seemed to hold no warmth
For the
things of the Father’s heart.
I pictured
Him there softly weeping,
As He had
done for so very long.
His sorrow
had greatly deepened,
He wept for
what must be done.
Ironically
the ice crystals seemed to me
A metaphor
of the cold heart of man;
A heart
created in gentleness by His Hand,
Now
hardened by the lusts of the land.
I wept.
Faith &
Trust
Show me the
path
To come
home to you and rest.
Teach me
the truth, and
To do my
very best.
And when
it’s all over,
And no more
can I do,
Teach me to
leave
The outcome
to You.
Life
Life is a
gift,
Unwrap it
gently.
Don’t tear
at the ribbon,
For you may
destroy
A hidden
treasure.
Untie the
ribbon slowly,
Gently
unfold the paper,
One side at
a time;
And with
each folding back
You’ll
discover a new side of you –
One not
seen before.
When life’s
wrapping has all been undone,
Look at the
gift.
Slowly
examine every nook and cranny,
And see the
treasure you have become.
Today
Just for
today,
I will look
outwards
To see what
my G-d has to say.
Just for
today,
I will open
my ears
And hear
Him as I pray.
Just for
today,
I will live
my life
In today –
For this is
Life
Today.
If I Could
Make You Smile
If I could
make you smile –
Would you
stay with me a while?
Would you
sit by my side,
And watch
moonbeams dance on the evening tide?
Would you
sit by my side,
Looking out
to distant shores;
Would you
stay with me a while,
If I would
make you smile?
Would you
sit by my side,
And gaze
with me upon heavenly skies?
Would you
share with me a smile,
As we live
life’s one more mile?
Come sit
with me my love –
Place your
loving hand in mine
We’ll
travel to distant shores,
Dreaming of
times gone by -
As we sit
side by side, sharing one more smile.
Worry
Sitting
here L-rd,
Worrying
about
What
tomorrow may bring,
I wonder
how You’d handle
This very
thing.
Would You
be frozen in worry
And so
internalized
That You’d
fail to see
The needy
as they walked by?
Would You
be so lost
In
Yourself,
That no one
could get in?
Would You
be deaf and uncaring,
Be blind to
all
But Your
own worry?
I think not
L-rd,
For had You
been any of these,
There’d be
no future for anyone,
Including
me!
Thoughts of
concern and doubt
May have
crossed your mind,
But never
were You so consumed
That you
became blind.
Never were
Your thoughts
So troubled
and loud
That You
could not hear
The small
still voice in the roaring crowd.
When things
came Your way
That were
complex and worrisome,
You went
off to a quiet place,
And You and
the Father became as One.
You lifted
your eyes,
You raised
up Your Soul,
To the
source of all,
And once
more were made whole.
You
received His healing
In
humbleness while kneeling.
You arose
to your feet,
Returning
to those who sought You to meet.
Seeking G-d
To seek You
–
To be
unencumbered by people, places or things;
To dwell in
Your Presence;
To be Yours
alone;
To live for
You;
To live in
You;
To live
with You,
O L-rd.
Will I
Choose ... Today?
L-rd,
Nothing
exists apart from You;
If evil
reigns
It is
because You we did not choose.
You are the
Creator and Sustainer
Of all that
is;
It is by
Your Grace
We continue
to live.
Even though
we have gone astray,
You
continue to bless us
With
another day.
Perhaps
this day will be
The One –
The one we
choose
To seek and
return unto You.
See-Hear-Obey
Having
sought – I saw;
Having
listened – I heard;
I knew.
Yet I
failed to obey.
Joy Called
Joy called
to see me
But I was
afraid
Of what I
could not see,
And so I
stayed.
Joy came
again today,
Hearing the
knock
I didn’t
know what to say.
Joy did not
talk,
Simply
walked away.
Joy called
a third time;
I thought I
was ready
And opening
the door
Joy stood
there strong and steady.
Sowing &
Reaping
Be certain
that which you pour into the well of today,
Will
overflow into the mainstream of tomorrow.
So if you
want tomorrows of joy,
Fill today
with the waters of Love.
G-d At Work
And the
L-rd said,
“Be ye
still,
And let Me
work.”
Merciful,
gracious,
Loving and
kind;
He works
with me daily
My ties to
unbind.
And when I
do not hear,
He gently
persists,
Until in my
weakness,
His Love I
cannot resist.
G-d Calling
When you
hear God’s call,
Do yourself
a favour –
Respond to
Him now!
For as
surely as the sun rises and sets,
As surely
as you’ll draw your next breathe,
He will not
go unheard!
Do yourself
a favour,
Respond to
His Word now!
In
humbleness and gratitude,
Let your
response be with a loving attitude.
Defeated
not Cheated
Rising up I
am greeted
By my L-rd.
No longer
me, full of ego and self,
All that
has been defeated.
I am fully
His,
And Life
will not be cheated.
Tell Me of
You L-rd
L-rd,
Teach me.
Teach me
about You,
And then
help me –
Help me to
live
What you
have taught me.
Drained of
Life – He Gave Life
Life’s
water and tears,
Flowed
gently to the ground,
Covering it
all,
Until guilt
and shame were no more.
He took the
blows,
Painful and
strong;
Yet uttered
not a word,
As He paid
for my wrong.
Tired and
alone,
He did it
all –
That one
day soon,
I can come
home.
So here I
am,
My L-rd, my
friend –
Nothing can
I do,
But offer
me back to You.
He Is Life
Love is the
answer,
Life is the
question.
Alive to
G-d.
My
Barometer
Yahshua, my
barometer.
Seek Him
Alone
To seek you
L-rd,
In all
things –
In all ways
–
ALWAYS!
Prayer
Prayer has
no price,
And the
rewards are many.
A G-d Day
And the
L-rd said,
“Do unto
others,
As you
would do unto me.”
Have a G-d
day!
Love
is Not a Burden
He carried
the cross,
And died on
it.
He said it
wasn’t a burden
Because He
loved me.
I
leant you a
hand
Helped you
stand.
It wasn't a
burden
But His love
unbidden.
Lifted Up
Fear
weighed me down,
Until Love
lifted me up.
Fragrance
of Love
The petals
of my heart
Are filled
with
The
fragrance of You.
His Face –
His Grace
L-rd –
Let me love
you, to death –
Death of
what I call me;
To seek no
other but Your Face;
To walk in
Your Power,
Sustained
by Your Grace.
No Strings
Attached
I love you
He said –
No strings
attached.
If you fall
down,
I’ll lift
you up;
If you turn
away,
I’ll
welcome you back.
No strings
attached.
My Brothers
And I
looked up then down and saw
The Glory
of G-d
In the sun
and the clouds and the sea.
And the
L-rd said to me,
“Then why
can’t you see
The Glory
of Me
In my
greatest creation – man?”
Just for
Today
Just for
today
I will hear
you my friend
As we walk
along the way.
I will
listen intently
To
everything you have to say.
Just for
today
I will do
my very best
To lighten
your load,
And give
you peaceful rest.
Just for
today
I will
reach out my hand,
And touch
with love,
The life of
just one man.
In Loving
Memory
Your
presence is missed mother,
Your name
is one which speaks of a woman,
A daughter,
sister, wife and mother.
Now you
have returned home unto the Father.
Your life
was spent in raising a family,
Providing
for the material, nurturing the growth;
It has been
in the latter years that I have seen,
The strain
of the pain etched deep in your soul.
You lost
your son just weeks before,
And it was
then I knew you would fight not more.
You’d
fought the good fight with cancer for years,
But as you
wept at your son’s funeral you ran out of tears.
You are now
with the Father and I have no doubt,
That your
fervent prayers that persisted for years –
Are working
fervently within our souls,
Though you
are no longer here.
We miss you
mother, we miss your ways;
We fought
and yelled, cried and hugged as families do.
We miss you
mother and think of you often.
We thank
you mother for being you.
My Mother
Prov. 31:10
Who can find a capable wife? Her value is far beyond that of pearls. :11
Her husband trusts her from his heart, and she will prove a great asset to
him. :12 She works to bring him good, not harm, all the days of her life.
…:28 Her children rise; they make her happy; her husband too, as he praises
her: :29 Many women have done wonderful things, but you surpass them all!
Through My Father’s Eyes
O Heavenly
Father,
Who watches
o’er me,
With the
loving eyes of a friend –
Help me to
gaze thus upon others,
Drawing
them nearer to You,
Their
broken hearts to mend.
A Father’s
Grief
My Dad
seems so frail, his strength no more;
Something
has gone from him since that day –
The day of
the passing of his first born son
To heaven’s
sacred shore.
A part of
him has gone away,
But for a
while.
He seems to
be longing,
Longing for
his son’s smile.
Yes some of
who he was,
This strong
Dad of mine,
Has passed
on to another plane –
Gone on
with his son when he died.
Though
others of us remain,
It’s just
not the same.
My brother
was the first born, first hope,
First to
bear my Dad’s name.
Memories of
My Brother
Time,
memories – friend or no?
I look upon
your faces and wonder,
Where did
it go.
I think of
him, the one others call Jim;
Forever
eighteen,
That’s how
I remember him.
But time,
much time has passed;
And yet
when I think,
It’s not so
long ago –
It’s but
yesterday,
He charmed
others and always got his way.
But for
you, dearest Mom and Dad,
It is not
so,
Time has
been an eternity since the passing of him;
Time has
not been your friend, it appears as your foe.
Your heart,
my heart, the hearts of my brothers and sister,
None wants
to let go.
Life
appears to be draining from each and everyone,
In this the
sudden passing of brother of son.
Our Child
Our child
leaves home,
Flies away
–
To a new
country,
To begin
another day
(of her
journey in life).
Watch o’er
her dear L-rd,
Keep her
safe in Your Love,
And strong
in Your Word.
Let her
know in all that she does,
She is
loved even more than ever before.
Speak to
her heart L-rd,
Whisper of
our Love.
Tell her
how proud we are,
Of who she
has become.
Tell her
dear L-rd,
That in
Your Heart and mine,
She holds
room number one!
Darkness to
Dawn
The stars
twinkle in the sky,
All is in
darkness but for their light.
Staring
across the lake I sigh,
Wondering
what is hidden by the night.
Though
daylight break in upon us,
And the sun
arise with brilliant light,
The hidden
things of the darkened dusk,
Will remain
so though the sun disperse the night.
The soul is
alive, has its light, has its night.
What
disperses the darkness,
What sheds
the light?
Kindness
and love, in service of another.
Doing for
others, each as a brother;
Without
love for self and others,
The soul
withers and gasps for air.
Love gives
out, love takes in,
And to the
soul healing is found therein.
My Goal
My goal is
G-d Himself;
Not joy,
nor peace, nor
Even
blessing,
But
Himself, my
G-d.
‘Tis His to
lead me there;
Not mine,
But His –
At any
cost,
Dear L-rd,
By any
road.
Peace
In Peace I
am –
Solitude
and gentleness are my clothes;
Though
naked and alone,
Hungry and
oft scared –
In Peace I
am,
Wrapped in
the embrace
Of Your
Holy Spirit.
Just One
Word
The
deadliest, most vicious part
Of many
animals –
Is their
mouth.
Often what
comes out of them –
The fire
breathing dragon,
The
venomous snake,
The tiger
toothed shark –
Kills.
And so too,
Man can
destroy with such cruelty
By the
wicked utterance of just one word.
Strengthen
Me
L-rd –
I am so
strong,
In the
things of the flesh.
I am so
weak,
In the
things of the spirit.
Strengthen
my weakness.
Peace
G-d’s
desire
Is that we
walk
In peace,
Not pieces.
Guard My
Tongue
Let not
anything
I do or say
–
Bring
disgrace
To your
Name
At the end
of this day.
Guard my
tongue,
And seal my
lips,
When I
start to offer
Sarcastic
quips.
Keep me in
silence,
Meditating
on Your Truth;
Let not my
tongue
Bring
offence unto You.
My Friend
I have a
friend
Who is
always near;
You cannot
see Him,
But He’s
always here.
Throughout
the day,
As I walk
along the way,
He talks to
me often,
He’s always
interested in what I say.
An Ounce of
Faith
An ounce of
faith
Is all it
will take;
My bonds of
fear,
To
unshackle and break.
Not faith
in myself,
Or
something out there;
But faith
in the One,
Who has
counted my every hair.
So arise my
brothers,
Come and
see
What an
ounce of Faith in Him
Can make
out of you and me.
Matthew 17:20
He said to them, “Because you have such little trust [faith]! Yes! I tell
you that if you have trust [faith] as tiny as a mustard seed, you will be
able to say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there!’ and it will move;
indeed, nothing will be impossible for you!”
Blessings
My Child
May the sun
shine brightly on you my child;
May the
stars in the heavens shine especially for you.
May the
moon rise and light your path by night,
May the
winds of time give you safe flight.
May the
seas roar and lick at your feet,
Washing
away tiredness and any thoughts of defeat.
May the
storm clouds that roll by issue their warning,
And provide
but coverage from a world that is storming.
And when
your journey has ended,
May you
look back and see,
That each
of these was but a companion,
Adding
sweetness to your journey of victory!
The Depth
of His Love
In the
cocoon of my sorrow,
I asked G-d
why –
Why must I
be saddened for so long,
Can my
children not hear my cry?
He said,
“My child, oh how I do love thee,”
And then He
showed me the depth of His love,
Contrasting
it with the depth of His sorrow,
When a
child of his says,
“No L-rd,
Maybe I’ll
speak with you tomorrow.”
Oh for the
voice of my children, how I do long;
No word has
been spoken, all communication is gone.
In
questioning my G-d, I thought it was about Love,
But I was
wrong.
Of the
depth of His Love, we’ve been given a glance,
In the
death of His Son, not by mere chance.
But I do
not recall ever having read,
How deeply
our rejection hurts the Father head.
It’s only
in the sorrow we sometimes go through,
In the loss
of a loved one, perhaps by choice;
That we
begin to understand the depth of His pain,
When we
rebel and deliberately ignore His voice.
If I Could
Do It Again
If I could
do it all over again,
I’d take
whatever came my way;
If I could
do it all over again,
I’d spend
every minute of every day,
Memorizing
your smiles, your faces, your every little way.
You’ve
Grown Up
Like leaves
falling from a tree,
Like the
turning pages of a book;
You must
fall away from home,
Turn to the
next page and take a look.
I’ve tried
to say in words
Thoughts,
feelings you’ve not heard;
To somehow
let you know in the simplest of way,
The joy you
have given my life, each and every day.
How does a
mother say in words,
The secret
things of her heart;
Things
stored up like nuggets of gold,
To keep her
warm as she gracefully grows old?
You stand
before us now,
Accepting
the recognition for what you have accomplished;
You made
your decisions, you stumbled and got up;
And now
with a heart bursting with pride,
I watch as
you graduate, all your friends at your side.
My heart
knows of the truth of this day,
It’s really
only another path along your way.
It is but a
tiny pebble of the treasures G-d has in store;
May your
heart be refreshed as He opens the next door.
Take each
day in your stride,
Remembering
who you are and who is by your side.
Keep your
eyes open wide as well as your mind,
And the
L-rd our G-d will guide you safely
Along the
path you must climb.
Arise
Arise from
your bed
For this is
the time
To enter
the world, still so blind.
Go forth
this day
And be
known.
Hear like
the blind, see like the deaf,
Soar like
the lame.
Become the
best.
To each is
given a purpose to be;
Don’t be
like others, fearing to be free.
Arise from
your bed
Be on your
way;
For such
has the L-rd
Given you
this day.
The Choice
L-rd,
Nothing
exists apart from You.
If evil
reigns,
It is
because You we did not choose.
You are the
creator and sustainer
Of all that
is;
It is by
Your Grace
We continue
to live.
Even though
we have gone astray,
You
continue to call,
And bless
us with another day.
Perhaps
this day
Will be the
one,
We choose
to return unto You.
Malachi 3:7 “Since
the days of your forefathers you have turned from my laws and have not kept
them. Return to me, and I will return to you,” says Adonai-Tzva’ot.
Designated Dad
Chosen by
G-d to be the one,
Who would
father me here,
When my
time had come;
No one
could doubt the choice He made,
When you
were the one chosen to be my Dad.
You watched
me come into this world,
The second
child, the first little girl.
I wonder at
times what your thoughts were then,
When you
first took hold of that tiny baby’s hand.
Did you
bargain for the tears,
The
frustration and fights?
Were you
prepared even then,
For those
long and lonely nights?
You watched
me grow up,
You were
always there,
Even when
you thought,
I just
didn’t care.
You never
gave up
On your
little girl;
You watched
me reach out
Wanting to
conquer the world.
You were
always there,
Standing
and waiting;
Your arms
were always ready,
To keep me
from breaking.
And if
there were times,
When you
were not physically there,
It’s
because I ran away
For your
sadness
I could not
bear.
My dear,
dear Dad,
Were there
many times
When I made
you glad;
Times of
joy and pride,
To have me
as a daughter by your side?
I hope so
Dad,
It means a
lot
To know
that somehow,
Somewhere,
sometime,
I made you
glad –
To be my
very own – my Dad.
Daily
Lessons
O G-d, each
day is a lesson,
Some
joyous, some sorrowful.
Help me to
see the Wisdom of You
In all that
happens,
In all that
I do.
Help me to
take the lessons I’ve learned,
And use
them for others,
Your Love
to give.
Life is a
Gift
Seven days
have gone by
Since you
left this earth.
Somehow I
made it,
One day at
a time.
Life is
precious, each day a gift.
Oh help me
to live,
To the
fullest and best,
In loving
memory
Of my
brother who has left.
If I Had
Time
Here today,
gone tomorrow—
Leaving
behind a trail of sorrow.
Always
putting off—
Saying
maybe some day;
That day
never arrived,
And now
you’ve gone away.
Wishes and
thoughts,
Words
unspoken,
Dreams not
shared,
Hearts that
are broken.
Tears fill
the night,
Anguish the
day;
If I had
time, I’d surely run your way!
Now you’re
gone
And days
blend,
Each into
the other,
Making them
yesterday again.
If I had
time,
Just a few
more hours,
I’d try to
put to words,
My heart’s
song.
I’d tell
you I love you;
I’d show
you somehow,
That you
are my treasure,
My life, my
now.
But time is
no more,
For you’ve
gone on home.
So I
whisper these words
Of love in
the air,
Aching
inside for you to be here.
I now have
time, it’s all that remains,
Shall I put
it to good use,
And sing to
you anyway.
Will you
hear my words,
Feel my
heartbeat,
If I sing
you a love song,
Kneeling at
your feet?
If I had
time, I’d sing you a song.
But time
passed for you and me.
Perhaps for
now I shall sing –
To while
away the hours,
Until you
and I unite through G-d’s glorious powers.
Love’s
Vision
I had a
vision, I thought I could;
I believed
in G-d,
Knew He
understood.
I awoke
this morning, a smile in my heart,
I jumped
out of bed,
For a brand
new start.
I looked in
the mirror,
And I knew
that I knew,
This was
the beginning –
A life
brand new!
Through the
rough times and tough times,
He was
always there.
He held me
up,
When none
others seemed to care.
He was
always my friend,
Encouraging
and true;
He believed
in me,
Though I
couldn’t seem to.
I thought I
was a failure,
Because
nothing turned out right;
But my G-d
who loves me,
He always
saw my light.
Through it
all,
The ups and
the downs,
Though
discouraged and sad,
I never
gave up –
For He was
always around.
I trusted
in Him
When the
times they were grim;
I knew that
He loved me,
And some
day I would win!
Though
blindly I stumbled
And oft
could not see;
I trusted
my G-d
For I knew
He loved me.
The prize I
now have
Could not
have been bought
But by the
faith
That my
trials have wrought.
The vision
I have,
The vision
I hold –
Is not
something
To be
purchased by gold.
It’s a
vision He planted
Deep within
my soul;
A vision He
believed
Would one
day take hold!
Winter Soul
Winter is
on its way,
Days are
short, sometimes grey.
The sun
shines brightly just before dark,
The
homeless no longer sleep in the park.
Thinking to
myself, I wonder where they go,
As they
leave behind a once friendly place,
Seeking
protection from the winter foe,
In this
concrete jungle and city rat race.
Some walk
hurriedly, as though a place in mind,
Their feet
so sure, their eyes so blind.
To watch
them rush in such a purposeful direction,
You’re
certain they know where to find protection.
I wonder
what will happen when snow comes to stay,
To these
souls who once had a purpose for the day;
Who now
find it too cold to bear,
Even
daylight hours which once eased their despair.
Then it
will seem like night has no end,
For every
minute of the day they will spend,
In efforts
to survive just one more day,
Though day
is not night, and night is not day.
The sun
will shine, yet not be a friend,
For nature
at play makes the sun a sign
That though
it shines, no warmth will be found,
For the
brighter the sun,
The colder
the ground.
The ground
becomes frozen by winter’s call,
Ever so
subtly and deeply down;
Much like
the soul of a man who walks alone,
Friendless
and searching,
No place to
call home.
A God Called Money
Time was
there was lots to be had;
We lived in
a land where success was assured.
People
crossed seas, leaving all behind,
To come to
this land I’ve always called mine.
A long time
ago, before G-d became Man,
A prophet
spoke of just such a land –
A land
flowing with milk and honey,
I wonder if
he knew it would be ruled
By a god
called money?
From
Europe, Africa, West Indies, South America –
People have
swarmed to these shores of mine;
For
centuries they have come, and many did succeed,
But now as
prophesized goodness is replaced greed.
God
is called money, and man doesn’t seem to matter,
In furtive
greed as we storm the corporate ladder.
Families
left behind struggle daily to cope,
Echoing
silent prayers at night, their only remaining hope.
Those who
have anchored their ships at my shore,
No longer
ache for families far away.
In seeking
wealth to serve their needs,
Now ruled
by their G-d called money,
They’ve
forgotten promises made on bended knees.
Where Lies the Life [Heart]?
As I stood
in the centre of the huge commercial mall,
Gazing up I
saw swarms of birds overhead;
They
remained suspended in animation,
Held up by
wires, because in fact they were dead.
Then I
glanced below at people scurrying to and fro,
They seemed
to not see nor acknowledge those they passed.
Looking up
at the plastic birds overhead
And then
down at the people below –
Both seemed
equally dead.
I live in a
city filled with millions of people –
A city
inhabited by peoples from every nation of the world.
Though many
do reside here and more arrive each day,
Somehow,
somewhere they have lost their way.
All around
the people seem lost and alone,
People who
have come to make this place their home.
Instead of
finding happiness, peace and joy,
Their eyes
speak of emptiness as these streets they do roam.
Luke 12:23
For life is more than food, and the body more than clothing. …:31Rather seek
His Kingdom and these things will be given to you as well. … :34 For where
your wealth is, there your heart will be also.
Focus
Instead of
this struggle,
Trying to
understand
The great
mystery…
What is
G-d’s Plan?
Just focus
my eyes,
My heart
and my soul,
On you my
L-rd
And I’ll go
where you’d have me go.
I don’t
need a map,
A blueprint
or a plan;
It’s
already been decided,
And not by
mortal man.
So focus on
You,
Keep my
soul fixed ahead,
On the One
who Loved me,
And gave me
life when I was dead.
You’ll
surely lead me,
To that
place I’ve been called;
It’s under
your L-rdship,
And You
won’t be forestalled.
There’s
been many a path,
I surely
would not have taken;
But You
knew what was needed,
And You’ve
never been mistaken!
Let me see
with eyes of the Soul,
Let me hear
with a ears of the Heart;
Let me live
my life for You,
And from
Your Word, never depart.
Let me see
You in everything in sight;
Let me not
judge or criticize or hate;
Let me Love
as You Love,
Focused on
You ‘til I reach Heaven’s Gate.
A Time
There is a
time to go forth in His strength.
There is a
time to rest in His silence.
Then and
Now
That was
then.
This is
now.
L-rd let
me come before you,
And humbly
bow.
Let me
seek Your Face,
Your
dispensation of Grace;
That this
day which I have
I shall
see You in every space.
Arise My Soul
Oh
arise my soul,
Leave this place that has you bound,
Cast down and lowly of heart.
Arise my soul, quickly depart.
Seek the place of your salvation,
Arise and go before His throne, where your presence He awaits.
Go
up to the heavenlies
Cast yourself upon His mercies --
Rest at the foot of Your Father's Throne.
Go
quickly; depart in haste!
For
the angry lion will devour this place.
Arise, run quickly to Him,
For
there lies your mercy, your strength - a fresh Wind.
The
tempest is upon us, it
comes with despair.
Arise oh my soul!
Go
to your Bridegroom so fair --
He
awaits your presence, Hear His voice as He calls;
Arise, go unto Him, the Saviour of us all.
The Father’s Sorrow
Your Sorrow,
For You see tomorrow -
A
day like Sodom,
A
day like Noah -
When all will be undone,
For
we have continued
In
worship of the things of the sun.
We
have abandoned Your Ways,
And
have ignored Your Best.
In
seeking our own pleasures,
We
have put You to the test.
My Brothers
I
sat in the cement room at a barren table.
Looking around there was nothing to see.
Then the door opened, I knew from the sound,
For
it cracked and clanked a deafening resound.
In
they filed, one by one;
Some wore grins, some head down.
They seated themselves, some close some far,
And
stared at me locked in a room surrounded by bars.
Prisoners, each and every one,
For
what I knew not, nor cared to know.
All
of them locked in this house of stone,
Though different yet not, for this was their home.
Some I had met before, but back once more they came.
It
saddened my heart that I knew their name.
To
the new, not all, but a few,
This was a break and they cared not why I came.
The
evening began as many before,
Names were taken as well as the floor.
I
tried to be light, not let them see my pain,
For
it burned so deeply and not in shame.
They could be a brother, husband or father,
Of
that no doubt was there.
They could have been one of these to me,
But
for the Grace of G-d, my family remains free.
Sometime when they are reading I look around at each one,
Trying to understand what terrible thing had been done,
To
cause another man, a brother, a husband or father,
To
lock them up thus, like animals lead to the slaughter.
Someone would laugh, but how hollow it would sound,
Trying to pretend all was cool and in control.
But
L-rd, dear L-rd, at night when they lay,
I
am so very, very certain tears flood any laughter away.
Matthew 25:35
For I was hungry and you gave me food, I was thirsty and you gave me
something to drink, I was a stranger and you made me your guest. :36 I
needed clothes and you provided them, I was sick and you took care of me, I
was in prison and you visited me. :37 Then the people who have done what
G-d wants will reply, “L-rd, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or
thirsty and give you something to drink”? When did we see you a stranger
and make you our guest, or needing clothes and provide them? :39 When did
we see you sick or in prison, and visit you?” :40 The King will say to
them, “Yes! I tell you that whenever you did these things for one of the
least important of these brothers of mine, you did them for me!”
A Prayer
L-rd G-d Almighty,
I
come before You, on this new day,
Seeking Your Face, I humbly pray.
Let
my life speak of abhorrence of sin,
But
more, much more than this,
Let
it radiate Your Love,
That is growing within.
Let
every breath I inhale,
Every step I do take,
Be
One with You,
For
Your Holy Name's sake.
Thanksgiving
My
Country, a land of milk and honey,
Today gives thanks for health and money.
So
much has been bestowed, more than is needed,
Today we celebrate while cries of the poor go unheeded.
You
need not listen too intently to hear
The
cries of the hungry echoing in your ear.
You
need not cross oceans nor travel to other lands,
You
need only turn about to find the empty hands.
Thanksgivings ring out and faces are all fed,
Celebrations go on, cries falling on ears long dead.
Do
we hear the cries, do we hear the call,
Or
is our world so self-centred and small?
The
money we have spent to celebrate this day,
For
the poor and needy would go a very long way.
We
over spend and over eat,
Ever failing to see the poverty of defeat.
Tomorrow shall be another day, much the same as today.
We
will wake up and complain because we must work for our pay.
If
we could see through the eyes of the poor,
We
would give thanks for today and so much more!
The Desert Times of the Soul
In
the desert times of our Soul,
He
speaks ever so softly, His Heart to behold.
Let
the Spirit of Truth that unravels it all,
Inspire you thus and renew His Call.
In
the desert times we oft fight against,
There's a lesson to be learned, a willow to be bent.
We
should not fight, but be still in His Presence,
And
allow His Hand to Craft our Essence.
This page is for you, your inspiration to share,
To
those who might drop by with a heavy heart.
Be
not afraid to put fingers to keys,
And
thru His Spirit another's burden do ease.
Nature Cries
Nature
cries in confusion plain to see.
Looking out my window I see reflections of Spring.
The garden bears leaves, though wilted, still green;
Birds who should be south, have yet to take wing.
It's winter, a time for snow and ice,
Yet I gaze upon fruits of greed, man's surfacing vice.
Trees are naked, dull and grey,
Still, lifeless limbs have lost all of their sway.
Nature cries, unheard yet visible to the eye.
She seems to be asking, "Why must I die?
Where is the glory of my snow-covered ground?
When Spring time arrives, will my flowers abound?"
War & Disease
War
is all around,
Disease does abound.
Man
is finally seeing
He
is not in control.
Yet
the press and the news
Daily report –
How
man’s great effort
Is
winning the war.
People shall read,
People shall hear –
Reports of false prophets,
Because they are living in fear.
What more can You do,
O
Heavenly Father of Truth,
To
have the living dead
Turn their eyes unto You?
Start Today
Starting
something new
Sometimes
is hard to do.
It is
strange and uncertain,
And doubt
becomes the burden.
Doubt about
the idea,
Doubt in
you.
So you
delay the start,
Finding
other things to do.
But the
thoughts remain there,
Implanted
in your brain,
And no
matter how you delay,
You know
you must try again.
No point
putting it off,
It will not
go away;
So forget
dreamt up excuses,
And start
today!
Pride
Convicted
of pride,
I stand
aside,
And watch
my garden wither.
Tears in my
eyes,
All is
blurred.
My L-rd
watches over,
Sadness in
His heart.
Laden with
the burden,
The flowers
of my soul droop,
Heads hung
low,
With
unfathomable weight.
Unable to
reach up,
The pride
weighing down,
Faces so
saddened,
As they
slowly bend towards the ground.
This weight
on the delicate petals in bloom,
Holds them
down until there is no room.
Unable to
look up, they cannot see,
The Glory
of His Love shining above their agony.
Of if only
a bit, just a bit could be removed,
Then maybe,
just maybe
They would
be able to rise –
And glimpse
but a spectacle of the Love in His eyes.
But pride
is such a heavy weight,
Increasing
forever an already saddened state.
There seems
to be no hope,
The
blossoms are destined to grope.
Perhaps
that is what they need,
These
blossoms in my soul;
Perhaps a
breaking off –
So that He
can then re-mold.
Perhaps it
is time, oh flowers of my soul –
To let go
your pride
And allow
the Master’s hand to take hold,
And craft
you into His beautiful soul.
Let the
Master have it all,
From petals
to the roots.
Let Him
cause to grow –
What He
destined long ago.
And then
like the rose,
In the
spring sunshine,
Your petals
will open
And you
will know peace of mind.
G-d’s
Spirit
As the snow
falls gently covering the earth like a blanket,
Protecting
the seeds buried deep within,
Until
Spring arrives and they take root –
To blossom
into life and light and beauty –
So the
Spirit of G-d comes gently knocking
At the door
of our frozen and hardened heart;
Persistently and gently calling to us,
Until the
thaw begins.
And the
Word of G-d buried deep within,
Takes root
and brings forth,
Blossoms of
love and joy and peace.
Evangeline
[A Tribute
to a Women’s Residence in Toronto]
A journey
with G-d brings you to many new places,
Introducing
new things and a mirage of new faces.
With faith
in your heart you go where He leads,
The Spirit
within strengthening you to accomplish His deeds.
Never more
in my life have I been blessed as this year,
An
abundance of new faces, a flood of shed tears.
Days begin
with a , “you hoo…” to rise and shine,
And went by
so quickly as we tried to heal and bind;
Some of the
wounds of the women He brought our way,
To somehow
encourage and strengthen for another day.
Love has
filled this year of my life,
Blessing me
so, even through days of strife.
The
wondrous Hand of G-d can be seen,
So readily
at work in the staff of Evangeline!
I know
G-d’s hand was at work when He drew me here,
To teach me
the meaning of what He holds dear.
It is the
people we meet, and never by chance,
Who give
new meaning to every circumstance.
These
lessons I’ve learned from the love that works within,
Through the
caring hearts found in Evangeline.
It is with
a heart enriched that I leave this place,
Renewed and
encouraged by each loving face.
May G-d’s
rich blessings continue to flow,
And Grace
the lives of the people I’ve come to know.
The purpose
of Christ’s journey here on this earth,
Surely has
found in Evangeline a ‘home’ of re-birth.
His Gift –
His Way
Dreams come
true when you wish and hope,
And pray
and work with the Words He spoke.
For what
are dreams and wishes made of,
But prayers
from the Soul He planted with Love!
If but each
day, you believe and feel,
Everything
you hope for soon will be real.
But always
remember, my dear little one,
He gave you
this life, to be what you’ve become.
Never take
for granted each Gift you have,
And use all
wisely with thoughts of His Love,
And some
day soon, you will look back on this day,
Thanking
G-d the Creator for showing you His Way.
One More
Try
Once again
I call on Your Name,
Begging my
friend for You to come in.
I have
tried on my own, once again,
And failed
so miserably without Your Hand.
I beg of
You, give me one more try,
A chance to
be with You, to truly live not die.
I know that
my life just is not a life,
I know that
Your Love unburdens strife.
I have
known all of this since our journey began,
Yet in
foolishness I have often let go of Your Hand.
Life’s many
temptations slither across my path,
And oh so
easily on You I turn my back.
One more
try I cry out to you in the dark,
Oh L-rd, my
L-rd take my life back.
Life
without You just is not life,
It is empty
and purposeless and burdened with strife.
No more
false promises of faithfulness forever,
I know I am
too weak and without You shall fail.
But from
the feebleness of this frail human heart,
I beg of
You dear L-rd give me one more start.
As best I
can, holding onto Your Hand,
I will
start each day with You in command.
As the day
goes by I will try to keep you there,
In my
thoughts, my actions and consciously in prayer.
There is
nothing that I nor any man can do,
To make
himself worthy to walk with You.
So I ask of
You as you said I could do,
Give me one
more try to journey with You.
O Sorrowful
Soul
So much
sorrow in my soul,
Oh L-rd,
the pain is so deep;
At times I
feel there is no end,
And I
breakdown and weep.
I look
around me at times,
And I
wonder, why, just why?
Why does my
neighbour not see,
And why
must innocent children die?
Many of us
have so very much,
Yet we
complain that we suffer.
Many, many
more have so very, very little,
Yet not a
complaint do they utter.
To those
that have, their goal is more,
They sweat
and toil to collect it all.
To those
that have not, their goal is life,
They sweat
and toil just to stay alive.
Somewhere
there is a balance, there has to be;
Yet it
seems not in sight for this age of ours.
Surely dear
L-rd You meant us to live,
A life of
togetherness built upon human dignity.
There is no
dignity for the rich or the poor,
When many
have much and more have less.
How can a
man who has it all,
Hold his
head high while another must crawl?
Somewhere,
somehow, someway, sometime,
There has
got to be an end to all this pain.
No more
human suffering and sorrow,
A time when
no one has anything to gain –
At the
expense of another.
Lessons in
Contentment from Nature: The Tree
The tree:
-
starts with a seed,
puts down roots (in the darkness, below ground where they cannot be
*seen* by the naked eye - and remain exactly where they are for the
whole lifetime of the tree), then starts to sprout and appears above
ground, develops a trunk and ultimately is *crowned* with its glory of
leaves - which are supported by the trunk
-
the roots support
the trunk, the trunk supports the leaves
-
the roots require
moisture and nutrition from the soil to nourish the whole plant
-
the trunk and the
leaves require what the roots provide, and in addition require the
sunlight and resultant carbon dioxide to grow to their full potential
-
the trunk develops
sap which flows to the leaves
-
the leaves require
chlorophyll to produce their colour
-
when winter sets in,
the sap in the trunk freezes up...thus unable to nourish the
leaves...and the leaves die off - ALL the while, the roots, that which
has remained hidden, continue to nourish the tree that it continue to
live
-
when spring arrives,
the sap unthaws in the trunk...and the leaves come to life
-
if the roles of the
tree were changed - i.e., the roots were above ground and the leaves
under ground...the whole tree would die - actually, it probably wouldn't
even be - for in inverting their
roles, each part that is required to make the whole, would
not receive its required nourishment
-
so, the root remains
content to be in the darkness - if it could think, would it think and
know that "without the root - who is hidden, unseen and unrecognized"
the tree would not be?
Lesson:
Just as every part of the tree has a vital part in the life of the *whole* -
so too we who seek YHVH have a vital part in the whole.
Prayer:
I pray Adonai will teach me how to be content - in the simple knowledge that
as the tree, so my life is in His Hands.
Lessons in Contentment from Nature: The Rose
I think
the rose is likely one of women's favourite flowers. It is delicate, it
comes in a variety of colours - outrageous red, glorious yellow, pristine
white, flamingo pink - and it has such a beautiful scent. It starts out
such a tiny bud and almost imperceptibly, in the blink of an eye (or so it
seems) you glance, and it is in full bloom. Each tiny petal has unfolded
and lay gently resting upon another, not blocking it totally, leaving enough
for the naked eye to see that there is one, perhaps many more such
beautiful, soft and delicate creations lying just behind the fullness of the
one in view.
See how
the rose crowns the rest of the plant. It is swathed in beautiful emerald
green leaves of varying and differing sizes - that seem to gently cradle it
in place. And as your eye roves downward there is a sturdy stem that is
holding the leaves that hold the rose. Each is a little stronger than the
other; the further down you go, towards the roots, the stronger and sturdier
the rose plant looks. If you dig beneath the earth you will find a massive
connection of roots, some intertwined, some shooting out on their own - but
yet all connected, all drawing life into the plant, to feed it, from the
bottom up. None of the roots seem to want to be anywhere other than where
they are found; none is contriving to
take over it's neighbour because it thinks the nutrition might
be richer where the other is; each appears content to lay where it has grown
and to do the job it was created for - nourish the whole of the plant - from
deep beneath the ground, in the dark and cold and dampness, all the way up
to the crowning glory - the blossoming rose that gets to bask in the
sunlight all day long and drink deeply of the early morning dew! Have you
ever thought that if you were the root, you might resent the rose getting
all the glory? Remember, without the root there would be no rose.
But wait,
we forgot something! From a point just about ground level, slightly above
the ground, you will see these sharp, spike like things protruding from
various places, in varying sizes. They look dangerous, and when one just
slightly passes a hand over them, one feels the prick of a needle like
object.
The
thorns! Why such dangerous looking, unattractive things on such a thing of
beauty? Well, I like to think that it keeps off the bugs and little things
that might want to climb up the stem, creep in when the rose is occupied
basking in the sun, and eat away at the soft fragrant petals of the rose.
It is, perhaps, a built in defence mechanism to prolong the life of the
rose. Do you ever wonder if the thorns are resentful? They're not
particularly nice to look at, and they sure aren't as soft and gentle as the
rose petals! Ah, but without the thorns, the life of the rose would be
much, much shorter indeed! The thorns prolong the life of the rose.
What are
some of the thorns in your
life that may be protecting you from destruction by things that might
creep in unawares and destroy
your blossoming beauty? Perhaps it is a family member who
tells you like it is, and
prevents you from becoming too puffed
up...and thereby blown away in your own self-importance and
arrogance - things that are not beautiful to the L-rd. Perhaps it is a job
where people are not very nice - that can be a real thorn in your side.
But, what's the purpose of that thorn?
Perhaps it is so that you can blossom and you can be nice and thereby
brighten up another's life.
Yes, the
rose is beautiful, but it must have its thorns; so too our lives.
A Rising
Son
L-rd, each
day begins with
A sun that
rises in the east.
And surely
as one day
Follows
another –
As evening
falls,
It sets in
the west.
I pray to
You oh my L-rd,
As this
another day begins,
That the
brightness of Your Son
Will shine
in and through me
This day.
That
together we will do our best,
For you oh
L-rd,
Many souls
to bless.
To Love
Thee
O G-d,
that I could love thee in purity of thought and heart;
That my
mind would stay fixed on thee all the days of my life;
That each
day upon waking, nay, before even I awoke,
My heart
would leap out and be caressed by Your stroke.
That
during the day, morning, noon and night,
My focus
would be stayed on Love’s pure light,
So that in
all that I think, say and do,
Glories
and praises would rise up to You.
Without
You my G-d all else is in vain,
For I work
and sweat and sometimes have pain.
Times
there are when I laugh and do sing,
But
without You my G-d it’s a deep and hollow ring.
The
Essence of Me
The
essence of me is not what you see;
The
essence of me is founded in Thee.
What the
world sees is only a cover,
Deep
within is what matters to Thee my Father.
For so
long I have tried so hard to be,
What I
thought others wanted to see.
In trying
to please the people out there,
I lost
myself somewhere deep in here.
Deep
within where no human eye can see,
Lay the
Spirit of Life, the essence of me.
It
patiently waits for my eyes to turn in,
And see
what You see, the essence of me.
The
essence of me cannot be seen,
By mere
mortal eyes of a world afraid to be.
The
essence of me can only be seen,
By the
Spirit of Love in the essence of Thee.
You and Me
In each of
you and me
There is a
life waiting to be set free;
A life
filled with joy and hope,
A life
where we do more than simply cope.
We have
all been given talents galore,
To be used
and discovered as we internally explore,
All that
life is and was meant to be,
The beauty
that is you, the beauty that is me.
Many are
frozen in stillness and fear,
Their eyes
are closed and their ears do not hear.
The call
of success it beckons us all,
We need
simply climb over or around the barrier wall.
You and me
are made of this treasure
That
science for years has tried to measure.
Man made
machines are admired with awe,
Even
though ridden with many a flaw.
We, you
and me, are perfection at its peak,
Where no
eye can see.
So go for
it my friend as I shall too,
And
discover the beauty that is me and you.
Success
To succeed
in life
There is
but one thing to do.
To succeed
in life
Focus on
the inner you.
There is a
light that burns within your soul,
It’s been
there since before your day of birth.
Despite
the winds of adversity which blow,
There’s
nothing on earth that can erase its glow.
All that
you need you have been given,
It is all
yours for the bidding.
Success in
life lies buried in your soul,
Like the
seed of a rose just waiting to grow.
Believe in
yourself, believe in who you are,
Let your
light shine like the bright morning star.
The tools
you have been given they assure your success,
Just draw
from within and Heaven’s Hand will do the rest.
Lonely
Crowds
Christmas
will soon be upon us,
The lights
around town tell the story.
Music
rings loudly everywhere you go,
People are
scurrying to and fro.
This is
what you see
As you go
about your business;
But what
about the unseen,
That holds
no hope of Christmas?
Lost in
the crowds a sunken face
Looks
sadly about into darkness and space.
Today is
but another Christmas
She does
not embrace.
Each day
for weeks
She has
chosen to go out;
Hoping
that by joining,
She would
somehow find hope.
Wandering
in circles,
Moved by
the crowds,
She
searches the skies
For some
break in the clouds.
Soon it
will be time
To return
to her home;
A place
where she now lives,
Where you
are never alone.
She laughs
an empty laugh
As she
hears someone complain
About
living alone,
Of the
emptiness and pain.
Oh what
she would give
For some
space of her own;
But it’s
too much to ask
In this
place she calls home.
She shares
a room with one,
Her meals
with many.
Time and
again she is pushed and shoved,
Yet the
bodies around do not speak of love.
The
talking never stops,
Morning or
night.
Many words
are spoken,
Mostly of
pain and fright.
Chatter
constantly rings,
In this
place she calls home;
Oh how she
wishes
She had a
space of her own.
The face
in the crowds stands alone,
Untouched
by others
As she
seeks her way –
To the
crowded rooms of the shelter she calls home.
Adonai
Eloheinu
Adonai Eloheinu,
That I should come to know You -
As
did the children in the wilderness,
When for 40 years, by Your Presence they were blessed.
'Tis
a time like that we now live in.
Thine chosen and those who have been grafted in,
Seem to be wandering aimlessly,
In
the things of the world, ruled by society.
Adonai Eloheinu,
On
this day of remembrance,
The
one called Passover -
Cause us to see and to know,
That You are the same yesterday, today and tomorrow.
O Heavenly Father
O Heavenly
Father, remove Your heavy hand –
Let Thy
loving arms embrace.
Times are
hard all around,
It seems I
am standing on shifting ground.
O Heavenly
Father I need Your loving embrace,
As You
keep me pinioned in this place.
All around
the world, not just rumours of war –
But
actuality, like never before.
O Heavenly
Father of love and mercy and grace,
May Thine
loving arms this child embrace.
Keep me
from falling any further down,
As the
sands of time shift all around.
Teach Me
L-rd
Teach me
to pray L-rd,
And give
thanks in all that comes my way,
Knowing
L-rd, that You are at work,
Finishing
in me what needs to be done this day.
Teach me
to love L-rd
Which is
what You are;
To shine
in a world L-rd
That can
barely see the stars.
Teach me
to be L-rd
Who I am,
and to see who You are,
And in
seeing L-rd to give thanks
To You my
bright and morning Star.
Teach me
to hear L-rd,
Not just
the cry of the poor,
But the
joy of laughter
Which
surrounds wherever You are.
And in
seeing and hearing,
Teach me
L-rd to give praise,
To G-d who
created all,
That we
would have joy filled days.
O Blessed
Day
O blessed
day, awaken thou unto me,
Let mine
eyes behold the Glory of the L-rd.
The sun
arises and kisses the dew,
Burning
away the old,
Bringing
forth the new.
The
heavenly sounds of His creation stir,
Music to
the ears, balm for the soul.
O blessed
day awaken and behold,
Hearken to
the heartbeat of the new and old.
The Alpha,
the Omega, the beginning, the end,
Has graced
you with another day.
O blessed
day let this one be
Sweet,
sweet aroma of praise unto Thee.
Not Me You
Say
If he
stopped you on the street,
And asked,
“Brother can you spare a dime?”
Would you
look at him judgingly
And say,
“Get a job.”
“Not me,”
you say.
If he then
grabbed your hand,
And asked
for your gloves,
Would you
look in disdain,
Drawing
away with a shove?
“Not me,”
you say.
If he got
on a bus, dirty and ragged
And sat
down beside you,
Would you
jump up and scramble to get away?
“Not me,”
you say.
If he
knocked on your door, hungry and cold,
And asked,
“Brother, have you anything to eat?”
Would you
open the door, let alone acknowledge his need?
“Not me,”
you say.
As I look
around me, remembering yesterdays,
There’s
not a day when I have not been remiss,
As the
need of another, I’ve so readily dismissed.
“Not me,”
I say.
The Child
and the Sea
Lonely
child on a beach,
Arms
outstretched,
Not
knowing where to reach.
Tide
sauntered in licking at her toes,
Tears of
sadness trickled down her nose.
Like
bitter salty waters,
Absorbed
and lost in the sea all around.
She raised
her head, eyes stared blankly around,
She
neither saw nor heard any sound.
The sea
looked back with eyes of knowing,
Many
before her came saddened with these pains of growing.
The heart
of the sea roared in anguish
At the
pain of this child standing alone and brandished.
It roared
a mighty roar wanting to seep up to shore,
To kiss
her tiny feet and her soul reassure.
The cries
of the sea went unheard
By the
heart of the child whose soul was buried
In pain,
loneliness, emptiness and more;
Deafened
by her own sorrow to the sea’s angry roar!
A Matter
of Life and Death
Give up
the fight,
Cease to
resist.
Stretch
out your arms,
Receive
Heaven’s bliss.
Struggle
no more,
He has
opened the door.
Give up
the fight,
Walk
towards the Light.
Let Him
accomplish in you,
That which
in great effort
You have
failed to do.
Give up
the fight,
Receive
the gift of life.
Come unto
Him,
Not with
face grim.
Let Him
heal you now,
Let Him
wash away your sin.
It’s a
matter of death, death to self,
This thing
you must do.
Cease to
resist, give up the fight,
Let Him
bring you back to new Life.
God - Who Are You?
God, who are you?
The
artist who painted the sky grey and blue,
With clouds like sheep that dance by;
The
craftsman who carved the mountains high,
Pointed and cragged, luscious and dry;
The
botanist who mixed this with that -
Until he poured out a field,
Carpeted in velvet and dancing with the colours of the rainbow?
Ah,
I say, the mad scientist,
Locked in his room, century after century...
Until suddenly a loud boom,
Blasted off the door, tore down the walls,
Dissolved the very room,
And
voila - there stood man!
No,
that's not you.
It
didn't take any of this fuss,
You
but spoke a Word,
Fashioned some dust,
And
then there was us!
I
cannot say, I should not even try,
To
say who You are, what or why...
You
are I AM.
Commit
Commit thy way,
Commit thy day~~
Unto Adonai.
Listen to Him,
Hear His Voice,
As
He directs thy move~~
Thy
every choice.
If I Love You
If
I love You,
I
would be waiting with joyful expectation
For
the sound of Your voice;
Minutes would be like hours awaiting Your arrival.
If
I love You,
I
would hang on every word whispered by You,
Eagerly embracing and storing them in my heart.
Every waking moment would be spent thinking of You,
About how to please You and show that I love You.
If
I love You,
I
would speak of You to everyone;
Stranger or friend -
Until they too hungered to know and love You.
If
I love You,
Your praises and beauty would I sing to the world;
So
joy full and blessed
Would I be,
If
I love You.
If
I love You,
No
person, place or thing could distract,
Or
take me away, in thought or act;
From Your Presence,
If
I love You.
If
I love You,
I
would give You the sun, the moon and the stars--
Though they are not mine to give;
Yes
I would return them unto You,
All
these things and more;
Fragrant with the sweet perfume of my life,
If
I love You.
If
I love You,
I
would give You my life,
Though Yours it already is;
Yet
I would choose this day and always -
To
return it unto You -
If
I love You.
Lean On Me
Lean on me and not Thine understanding;
Rest your weary head upon My breast.
I
will comfort you as always,
Giving your soul a refreshing rest.
When all around you seems to be going wrong,
And
you think you can no longer go on;
Lean on Me, rest your head upon My breast,
Remembering always that those whom I love, I test.
My
ways are not the same as man,
And
it is to the simple and humble of heart,
To
those who know they are weak and seek Me,
That I call to lean on Me, granting wisdom to understand.
Lean on Me when you are tired and weary;
Trust in Me and not what the ears hear or eyes see.
I
will be a light unto thy path, a lamp unto thy feet;
Rest thy weary self upon my breast, and lean on Me.
2 Sh'mu'el Bet (2 Samuel) 22:29-32
For You,
ADONAI, are my lamp; ADONAI lights up my darkness.
:30
With You I can run through a whole troop of men, with My G-d I can leap a
wall. :31
As for G-d, His way is perfect, the word of ADONAI has been tested by fire;
He shields all who take refuge in Him.
Yesha'yahu (Isaiah) 55:8
"For
my thoughts are not your thoughts, And my ways are not your says,"
says ADONAI.
Tehillim (Psalms) 119:105
Your
Word is a lamp for my foot and a light on my path.
Mishlei (Proverbs) 3:4-6
Trust in
ADONAI with all your heart; do not rely on your own understanding.
:6 In
all your ways acknowledge Him,
then
He will level your paths.
Mishlei (Proverbs) 17:3
The crucible [tests] silver, and the furnace [tests] gold, but the One who
tests hearts is ADONAI.
Adonai
Eloheinu
Adonai
Eloheinu,
That I
should come to know You -
As did the
children in the wilderness,
When for
40 years, by Your Presence they were blessed.
'Tis a
time like that we now live in.
Thine
chosen and those who have been grafted in,
Seem to be
wandering aimlessly,
In the
things of the world, ruled by society.
Adonai
Eloheinu,
On this
day of remembrance,
The one
called Passover -
Cause us
to see and to know,
That You
are the same yesterday, today and tomorrow.
Control
L-rd, I don't want to be in control of this life.
The
results as always are sorrow and strife.
I
return it all, all that I am ~~
Back into Your hands; Yours to command.
Take these hands, these feet, these eyes ~~
This heart, these lips, these ears of mine.
I
give them all, and eagerly so,
Back to You; I relinquish control.
You
are the potter, I am the clay;
You
fashioned this form that I am today.
So
this day, L-rd, I consciously choose,
To
give all back unto You; self-will to lose.
In A World Gone Mad
In
a world gone made,
Chasing the things they wish they had;
Grant me the peace, serenity and joy,
To
chase only thee L-rd, this I employ.
Child(ren) of Fear
All
the things I think, do or say,
Striking out at another in a harmful way;
Are
born of fear because You I do not know,
So
help me L-rd, Your love to show.
Cleanse me L-rd, look deep within,
Bringing to surface the things of sin.
Help me L-rd to be more like You,
In
all that I think, say and do.
I Asked
I
asked the star up in the sky,
"When the storms move in, do you run and hide,
Or
do you stand still through it all~~
And
calmly remain through thick or thin?"
I
asked the tree that stood by my side,
"Do
you ever want to hide,
Or
do you remain as always before,
Waving your limbs and the storms ignore?"
I
asked the ground upon which I stood,
"Do
you tremble and shake at the mighty roar,
As
you see all around come crashing to shore,
Or
like the star and the tree, remain as you were meant to be?"
I
hear their whispering answer to me,
"We
are not in control of what is not us,
And
so we remain as planted by Him,
Through it all, thick or thin."
By Your Grace
It
is by Your Grace,
I
sleep peacefully at night.
It
is by Your Grace,
I
awake with a hunger for You!
It
is by Your Grace,
I
arise and walk in Faith with You.
All Is Well
All
is well with my soul,
For
YHWH, my Redeemer is in control.
I
sit here at night ‘neath the starry sky,
Filled with contentment for I know He stands by.
O HaShem
O HaShem~~~
Thou hast need of none,
Least of all praises from this tongue.
Yet
in Thy mercy and in Thy love,
Thou continueth to seek me from the Heavens above!
O
what is man, what am I?
That Thou heedest every feeble cry,
From lips that speak of Thy Glory,
And
seconds later, things that abhor Thee.
The Invitation
There is a prayer that does begin,
‘Bless me Father for I have sinned.’
Pondering upon these words this day,
It’s as if to say, I plan it that way!
Strange isn’t it, the words we have heard
And
accepted without question, just because
A
man or woman sitting high in a pulpit
Expressed their opinion, and that was it!
Today I changed that prayer as it should be,
Saying, “Bless me Father that I not sin.”
Doesn’t it make more sense that way,
Seeking his guidance that we not stray?
Let
the invitation you issue from your lips,
Be
words our Creator is certain to bless;
Words that bring life in choosing no wrong,
A
live a love filled day, your heart beat a song.
The One
If
he be the one,
Lest I ever forget,
First he is Thy son.
I
will wait upon Thee
O
L-rd of hosts,
Thine Will to accomplish,
And
then shall I boast.
See
how He loves me,
My
L-rd of Hosts,
For
He has given me love
And
to Him I drink this toast.
His
promise He fulfills
When first I seek His Will.
So
until we meet my love
Know I am yours; peace be still.
