While working with one of our in-laws to revise the home school composition and poetry book which we released last year, I stumbled across this poem from a few years ago. With all of the craziness in the news and modern life in general, it helps to take a step back, just breathe and remember that God is in control. He knows and has designed our every moment and I love how Jesus reminds us of this by asking the simple question:
Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life? Matthew 6:27 NIV
Hearing the song That the Mockingbird sings And seeing the colors As the Bluebird takes wing
And catching the fragrance That the Hummingbirds seek In the flowers that grow By the side of the creek
And all of those moments That are finest of fine Are the sweet simple blessings That Our Father designed
I paired today's poem with a lullaby I wrote many years ago when our children were small. The first verse comes from an older children's poem by Rose Fyleman, to which I added to more verses and a chorus. I do hope that it's gentle melody will be a blessing for you. Though I have this under copyright, please feel free to use it with your own friends and family, if you like it.
Therefore the people of Israel shall keep the Sabbath, observing the Sabbath throughout their generations, as a covenant forever. Exodus 31:16 ESV
“Keep / Shamar - To hedge about (as with thorns) to guard; gen. to protect...” Strong's Hebrew/Aramaic Dictionary
Even after Sixty-five years, I can still clearly remember my grandmother’s small front yard, because of the barberry bushes around the edges of that bit of grass. How I not only hated those tiny shrubs, but I can still feel their teeth! Whenever I would brush my leg too closely or ran my hands ever so gently over their tops, small, almost invisible thorns reached out and quickly grabbed hold. Rarely could the barb be found and usually a few days passed before my skin would push out the unwanted invader. My grandmother planted those tiny guardians of the front yard to keep her grass area from becoming a shortcut for any of us as we headed around her corner on the way to the elementary school down the street. My grandmother was a wise person, knowing that neither signs, nor verbal warnings could do any better than her guard of thorns.
Our God in His wisdom has created one day out of seven to be a garden of rest for us. Before He gave His law; in fact, even before there was sin – there was Sabbath. Sabbath is His gift, and He has woven it into the DNA of our bodies, minds, and spirits. Keeping Sabbath is not about rules or yelling at the neighbors to turn down their hip-hop music. Keeping Sabbath is about planting an internal hedge to slow down the stampede of life that constantly threatens to stomp on the garden. Keeping Sabbath is about joining God as He rests, trusting and knowing that while there is always something to be done; God delights in the time that we rest in Him because He wants to give us His wonderful rest for our soul.
Not a Very Good Waiter - Verse Three*
Then He waited and prayed in the garden For all who one day would come To the cross where He died at the top of the Hill To find rest with their burdens undone Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. Matthew 11:29 ESV
Not a Very Good waiter by Peter Caligiuri Copyright 2024 - all rights reserved. * see entire poem at bottom of post
Not a Very Good Waiter
I’m not a very good waiter Doing nothing seems simply a waste But our Father just loves to walk slowly Doing nothing in hurry or haste
By a well He waited at noonday For the woman who thirsted for more And He calls us to come when we’re weary and worn For refreshing that He has in store
Then He waited and prayed in the garden For all who one day would come To the cross where He died at the top of the Hill To find rest with their burdens undone
Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. Matthew 11:29 ESV
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