Memories and Poems

For followers of this blog you may find this collection of poems and reflections to be a blessing. Included are some of the best liked songs, poems and memories from the last few years on this site as well as some from the past. I pray these will be an encouragement to allow the hands of Christ to heal old wounds, to trust God’s grace through present difficulty and to go away focused with hope in Him for the future!

You can follow this link directly to the page for more information or your can search it out on Amazon: Book number ASIN: B01M3YWSRW

. Be blessed today!

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Treasure in a Field

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    The Kingdom of Heaven is like a treasure that a man discovered hidden in a field. In his excitement, he hid it again and sold everything he owned to get enough money to buy the field. Matthew 13:44

I was remembering this week a day 40 years ago when I worked with my friends putting up hay. Because I was the smallest, my job was to ride on the hay wagon and cross-stack the bales as they were thrown at me from both sides. Once the wagon had been packed high, I got the seat of honor up on the top. Then as we road on to the barn, I loved looking down at the tiny flowers hidden in the field and breathing in the aroma of the newly baled hay. God’s kingdom is in many ways just the same. Like the tiny flowers, It is hidden everywhere but seen by few. Its sweetness fills the air but to breath it in means entering in to the work of His harvest.

Chiseled in Stone ~ Look Closer, Don’t Dismiss the Elderly

I see this every Wednesday as I have the chance to sing at a local nursing home.

Heavenly Raindrops

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The closer I get
The more a masterpiece you appear

Looking back at them
How replete with memories are your years

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At a cursory glance, you seem chiseled in stone, of rock quarried from ancient ruins.  Your body weathered, as a once stately elm now tattered from the storms.

To get to know you seems pointless; the path to your heart long trodden, too hardened to trespass. Your aged years seem to have finalized the need for further discourse.

All too quickly, then, I summarize and dismiss you.  My conclusions cause me to walk away, seeking friendship with a more vibrant sort.

It is only by drawing nearer that I see more.

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There are subtle colors forged into your withered front.  There is a fluidity of joy beneath the frozen surface of your countenance.  There…

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Counting Summer Blessings (Part 2)

Counting Summer Blessings (Part 2)

When the cloudy and cold days of November seem to drag it helps me to remember Summer blessings.
Finding a honey bee going about his work
Walking out early in the morning still needing only short sleeves
Discovering a nest of baby birds poking out their heads
Teaching my grandson where to find the worms for fishing!

Are you ever burdened with a load of care?
Does the cross seem heavy you are called to bear?
Count your many blessings, every doubt will fly,
And you will keep singing as the days go by. John Oatman Jr