Heaven’s Treasure

I had fainted, unless I had believed to see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living    Psalms 27:13

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I dreamed I stood at heaven’s door

and heard its hinges creak

Around its frame a light shone out

As it opened for the King

“What have you brought?” He asked

“From your time on earth now through”

I didn’t know what I could say

I just had to tell the truth

So I talked about the mission’s trips

And how each day I prayed

And how I often read His word

And all the tithes I gave

When I finally stopped – He paused

And then He gently said

“Those were not from your truest heart

But just rituals instead”

“But the forgiveness you gave your parents

When divorce left you alone

And love you shared with strangers

When you opened up your home

And sorrowful repentant tears

And confessions in the night

Those are the things I treasure here

And are precious in my sight!”

 

Ears

Ears

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Only ears can hear

That’s just the way God made us

If ears could see or hear

They’d certainly betray us

 

But when God fashioned ears

Those humble awkward things

That flop about and wiggle

On little inner springs

 

He made a way to tell us

How much we’d been forgiven

And then He set and tuned them

To hear His words from heaven

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Oh – only ears can hear

That’s just the way God made them

Humble listening gifts

That lead us to obey Him

 

 

Dad’s War Verses

Several years ago our daughter-in-law, Deborah lovingly took the time as a gift to my Dad to put together a privately printed collections of his poetry. Most of these were written while he was first in basic training just before the war and then several others while he was in Europe. Sadly that copy was lost so together we have worked to reproduce that work and I have included a few photographs and a short introduction.

This collection of Poetry that my Dad wrote begins in 1940 when he was 29 years, old just before he enlisted in the army. The poems that follow are a first hand look at a young man’s heart as he finishes his basic training just a few months before the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor. You might be surprised by what was most important to my Dad if you are expecting scenes from Hollywood’s version of the experiences of GI’ s during the war. Dad’s verses are often painfully honest and raw as he unashamedly shares the stress, humor and homesickness of his daily life. For people who knew my gentle father it is difficult to imagine him as one of the warriors who battled the armies of Hitler through Italy and France. Dad spent many weeks in a field hospital after being wounded by the bomb that sank his landing craft. Yet after all the war, the most important experience to Dad was of one day when he was serving as artillery-man. The big gun was set and ready to fire, when suddenly Dad saw that the coordinates were wrong. His own fellow soldiers were in the gun sights! Because he called out just in time, the gun was not fired and lives were saved. How strange that with all the death and destruction that led to the final victory, Dad best memory was of how he had saved a life!If you are interested it is available today in either softcover or e-book on Amazon. This was such a blessing to work on. Thanks Deb and Blessings to our family!

This is Mine

This is Mine