Places where I’ve Been

I have not been to Israel

To touch its Holy sites

Nor to the Sea of Galilee

Where You taught your disciples

But Your voice that calmed a storm

Has spoken in my mind

And Your hands that healed the sick

Have gently taken mine

And the Lord of all the earth

Has walked with me today

To forgive my sin

Renew my Hope

And give me Life

Teach me His Truth

So I could learn His Way

Hope of Heaven

I see myself at heaven’s door

I can hear its hinges creak

Around its frame a light shines out

As it opens before the King

 

What have you brought He asks

From the life you lived on earth?

Oh not a lot I sadly say

As I struggle to begin

Light at Night

Well, there were the mission’s trips

And every day I prayed

And regularly I read your word

And all the tithes I gave

 

When I stopped – he paused and gently said

That’s not why angels sing

Those were not from your deepest heart

But just temporary things

 

But the forgiveness you gave your parents

When their divorce left you alone

And the love you shared with strangers

When you opened up your home

And the tears of repentance that you wept

And your confession in the dark

These are the things that I truly treasure

And for these there is a crown

 

 

 

Master There Is Still More!

Master There is Still More!

 

As people filled the hall Mary trembled at the door

Holding tight the fragile jar that held her treasure store

Her eyes ran searching, looking close as she softly crossed the floor

Then with the box of alabaster came and stood behind the Lord

She broke the seal and on his head perfumed oil began to pour

The crowd fell silent as the fragrance gently filled the air

“Why this waste?” one man exclaimed why not feed the poor?

But Mary looked up to His face and said “Master, there is still more!”

Then effortlessly with a joy she knelt to wash his feet

And wiped them with her hair then smiled her worship now complete

 

 

But with righteous indignation soon the people harshly asked

Just think of all that we could buy with the spikenard from that flask!

But Mary only paused to fix her wet and loosened hair

Then waited calmly at His feet by the broken empty jar

 

And in response her Master said that they’d always have the poor

Who could be fed on any day yet, they would not have Him much more

So tell this story always of how she has blessed her Lord

When she poured her perfume on my head

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“Master there is still more!”

 

We’ll Meet Face to Face

We’ll Meet Face to Face

 

Am I learning to be thankful in the way you told me to?

To have that true and faithful heart that trusts the whole day through?

Will I walk with blinders on seeing just my own small world?

Or can I find the grace and strength to bind another’s wounds?

 

When weakness looms I pull the shades and double lock my door

No limping step, no bleeding lip, no bruises cuts or sores

No fever hot, no icy chills, no loss of any kind

Will I accept within my home just sweet and sunny times

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Yet in the silence of the night when sleep is sliding by

I awake with faith and doubt engaging in a fight

The Spirit stirs and takes a stand while flesh just moans and sighs

Then in my weakest moment when I feel I can’t keep on

My Savior stoops and picks me up and holds me in His arms

 

Son you see these troubles come

While we are in this world

There is a Battle in your soul

To turn you from the goal

But set your eyes upon the prize

That pearl of greatest price

Is waiting for you in my hands

When we meet face to face

 

His Symphony Divine

His Symphony Divine

 

Thank you for your gift of music

Planted in me long ago

Though I Unwilling received it

It slowly chose to grow

 

Father showed me keys and rests

Set the meters and the notes

When my little mind was wishing

For catching frogs and my toy boat

 

His lessons seemed unending

When my lip was split and hurt

From that blessed clarinet’s reed

Daily practice was just work!

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But by grace notes and by quarters

And good old three-four time

Somehow began within me

A song that seemed to rhyme

 

And His melody stayed with me

Though sometimes I couldn’t hear

Over my life’s strong crescendos

And some sonatas filled with tears

 

But now I am just grateful

As my voice begins to wane

That His notes can go on singing

Through both sunshine and through rain

 

And I see my Father’s presence

In the notes between the lines

And I thank Him for His precious gift

With His symphony divine

Yesterday

wp-image-135558335jpg.jpgThe leaves are filled with yesterday

As they face early frost

Their veins are running red to brown

Forgetting nights once soft

But as one page turns another starts

Their stories don’t end here

The last lines tell us please stay tuned

When snows close up the year

Springtime’s hope is sealed in soil

Where seeds wait for their time

Yesterday’s just what’s gone before

God’s amazing life’s design

Free Book – Memories and Poems

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This is my first collection of poetry and brief stories with photography. You can follow the link or search for it directly on Amazon.

Memories and Poems for Dreamers will be available for free downloads November 12-14