My store stands nearly empty
There is little on the shelf
Just an ounce or two of patience
Though there’s several pounds of self
The old ceiling paint is peeling
There are scratches on the floor
But hope still welcomes people
Just outside the open door
Though some say I should give up
Yet a hope within me burns
For I trust the owner’s promise
That tomorrow He returns
Blessed are those servants whom the master finds awake when he comes. Truly, I say to you, he will dress himself for service and have them recline at table, and he will come and serve them. Luke 12:37 ESV
The Owner’s Promise
By Peter Caligiuri
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"That time of year thou mayest in me behold
When yellow leaves, or few or none do hang"
William Shakespeare - Sonnet 73
Poetry
Redeeming the Time
Redeeming the time, because the days are evil Ephesians 5:16
We cannot really lose the hour
For it’s not ours to keep
And our Lord who knows the time
Will guard us as we sleep
And when our worries, hopes and dreams
May fill our troubled in our mind
Remember how He gave His life
His own lost sheep to find
Redeeming the Time
by Peter Caligiuri
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Dried Flowers Bloom
Some Black-eyed Susans, some lilacs sweet
Join Roses and Foxgloves for one short week
In the vase on the table and displayed with pride
Till their petals fall and are gathered and dried
Then tenderly placed with one long last look
And pressed between pages in our memory book
When our petals fall and our beauties fade
We search for our rest in life’s growing shade
In the book written by the hand of the Lord
Where souls are remembered, and hopes are restored
While we wait for Spring by the empty tomb
And the word of the Lord makes dried flowers bloom
The grass withers, the flower fades,
but the word of our God will stand forever. Isaiah 40:8 ESV
Dried Flowers Bloom by Peter Caligiuri
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