Wounded Spirit

Sweet music does not come

From the bruised and hurting soul

Melodies once played within the heart

Are silent like drifted snow

Stilled is the voice that used to sing

In harmonious chords so true

Oh where is the love that did always bring

Hope fresh as the morning’s dew?

Fearful now of the fiery darts

Flung by the uncaring foe

Broken trust hides behind the empty heart

Remembering the peace it once did know

The wounded spirit will sing no songs

Crushed by the weight of sorrows

Does anyone care about the suffered wrongs

Done yesterday, today, and tomorrow?

Yes! His Name is Jesus and He can restore

The heart that is broken He will make whole

And give back the song for evermore.

 

 

Thank You!

To my Father on this special day

I want to say in a simple way

How in my heart, I truly feel

He’s always been there, and He always will

He gives me courage to face my fears

Gives me joy after the tears

He is forever here to comfort me

Removes the darkness so I can see

He sends me strength to keep on trying

Holds me up when I feel like crying

He brings me laughter after I’m sad

Carries my troubles, no matter how bad

He gives me patience, makes me slow down

Shows me the wonders of life all around

Takes me ever so gently by the hand

Tells me He loves me as only He can

So I would like to say to my Father above

Thank You, Father God, for Your guidance and love

Thank You for sending us Your precious Son

The glorious Redeemer and Savior for everyone.

Beloved Friends

When time takes us down

The trail of life

It does not ask

For directions

God chooses the path

We meet eternal blessings

And earthly hardships

Along the way

See many a beautiful thing

Encounter the saddness

Of broken hearts

As we travel on

Beholding the miracles

That only faith an bring

We see that within

The mountain’s height

And the valley’s depth

Are the precious wonders

That we call our

Beloved friends.

Slow-moving Storms

Never has there been

Such a time as this

With quarreling, strife,

And bickering

Fading light as evil calls

Darkness creeping in

Like slow-moving storms

Howling winds of turmoil

The blowing dust of change

Thunder and lightning crash

Within the soul of doubt

Haunting voices wooing

The internal choices

Choose wisely my friend

For eternity is the prize

What will it be lost soul?

Heaven with it’s glory

Or hell with it’s torment?

There is no in-between!

 

Darkness is No More

When dawn wakes the morning skies

And darkness is no more

We will face whatever is in our lives

With faith we cannot ignore

Knowing that sad tears will not fill our eyes

Just joy and true happiness galore

When dawn wakes the morning skies

And darkness is no more.

As Day Draws Nigh

A river goes roaring by

Rushing swiftly on

A tree reaches for the sky

Yearning for the sun

A cloud floats into horizon’s eye

Dancing and dodging

Having its fun

Birds soar on the wind’s whispered sigh

Drifting and gliding

Until they are done

A mountain looms over all so high

Guarding and watching

As day draws nigh.

 

A Kick in the Face

When I was a little girl around the age of four I walked up behind our old Jersey cow who had just had a calf. I guess I thought she needed to be milked. She didn’t agree. She immediately kick me in the face. To this day I can still see the hoof coming at me. When I came out of  the coma or unconsciousness I was in my mama’s arms. She was sitting on our old couch in the living room. She couldn’t take me to the doctor or hospital because we lived at the dead end road as far back in the woods as you could go. There was absolutely no way she could have gotten me any help. She couldn’t drive but that wouldn’t of been an option anyways because my Daddy had taken the car on one of his little forays but that is another story. As a mother I can know exactly what was going on in her mind and heart. She was crying out for me. Begging, praying, beseeching, hoping, yet fearing the worse. Then God answered her prayers, I woke up. I can only remember being in her arms and the light coming in the window of the old shack of a house we called home. I have no memory of the pain nor did I ever see my face. I still carry the scars on my chin and tongue where the hoof had almost cut it in half. For most of my life this was the reason I had to live with protruding teeth. Bucky beaver and Rebecca rabbit were the most popular of the taunts. I survived the kick from the cow with no memory of the pain, yet, I remember the cruelty of the people and their barb-wire tongues which cut my heart and self-esteem to pieces. Just like having no car to get help for me there wasn’t any way to ease the hurt caused by others.

Then healing came when I received Jesus as my Lord and Savior.  I had committed so many sins in my life that I didn’t deserve His forgiveness let alone His dieing for me. He kept on telling me just how much He loved me until finally I listened with my heart and not my head. I had always known there was someone with me, looking out for me, helping me. I especially knew this when I was in places I should not have been and doing things I should not have been doing. This is called conviction. God did not want me in these places and was warning me to get out! Sometimes I would obey but other times I would ignore Him and suffer the consequences of my choices. (that’s another story, also.)  He has plans for me for my good and if I had of listened sooner I could have avoided a lot of heartache and strife and regret. The Holy Spirit was watching out for me just like when the cow kicked me. When I received His forgiveness I let go of my unforgiveness towards the cruel people who had hurt me because of my teeth or other reasons to numerous to mention. Unforgiveness is the heaviest burden anyone can carry and sometimes when the hurt goes to deep we have to just turn it over to God for Him to handle. The Holy Spirit can then come in an heal the wounded spirit.  So when you get kicked in the face by life, look to Him. He is the only One Who stretched out His arms and died for us. He is Truth! The song that the choir was singing when I received Jesus as my Lord and Savior was ‘Just as I Am” and that is how I came! I love you Lord and I say “Thank You!” from a little girl’s grateful heart.

The Wings of the Wind

Psalm 104:1-3; 1.Bless the Lord,O my soul. O LORD my God, thou art very great; thou art clothed with honour and majesty. 2. Who coverest thyself with light as with a garment: who stretchest out the heavens like a curtain: 3. Who layeth the beams of his chambers in the waters: who maketh the clouds his chariot: who walketh upon the wings of the wind: (King James Version)

He talks to my heart in a whisper

His touch is as morning rain

Yet He loves with the strength of the mountains

He walks on the wings of the wind.

His joy is a bright as the morning

His strength as bold as the steel

His eyes as tender as the dawning

He walks on the wings of the wind.

His shoulders are as broad as the ocean

His peace as calm as the sea

His power is ever unfolding

He walks on the wings of the wind.

His Name is above all others

His Truth as real as the stars

His hope forever eternal

He walks on the wings of the wind.

He walks on the wings of the wind

Strong as the day without end

My Savior, my Lord, forever will be

My King on the wings of the wind.

Ruts in the Snow

Looking through the frosty glass of the diner’s window

She sees the soft fire-lit candles all aglow

Blowing snow lands atop her tiny uncovered head

The cold wraps around her caring not if she is fed

She cannot go in for shelter, or so she would think

Maybe someone will offer her a warm cinnamon drink

Ignored by most though some take a peak

Wondering who is this frail little child so weak

Life’s roads have been hard, like frozen ruts in the snow

Yet on she has walked alone with nowhere to go

“May I come in?” Her heart does hopefully have her ask

“Yes” they say, “But first you must do this task!”

“Make ready the tables for the honored guests.”

“Put out the dishes, the bread, and the rest.”

“You now must prepare the special meal.”

“It does not matter how hungry you feel!”

The food is now on the table and ready to eat

It is only then she asks if she can take her seat

“No, not yet, you must get us all of our needs!”

When she makes a mistake for forgiveness she pleads

Now the meal has ended and all the people are gone

No one has offered help to get the work done

She has to pay for the privilege, dish by dish

It is the only way she could possibly get her wish

To maybe be wanted and loved, or just to belong

And sometimes to feel as if she is part of life’s song

This frail little child just wants someone to care

But not one person did a little bit share

They did not give her love, nor compassion did they show

Their hearts were so hard, like frozen ruts in the snow.

 

 

The Lazy Snow

A lazy day of drifting snow

Curled up within my mind

Each thought, each memory

As different as the flakes themselves

Where was I when I first knew,

What snow could do for the mind?

Was it when I was a child of long ago?

Did I make snow angels?

I don’t remember any more

Were snowball fights a part of my youth?

I remember I had to work

Water needed to be carried

Animals had to be fed

Snow covered hay for the cattle

New hay had to be strewn

I remember cold hands without gloves

Did I play between chores?

I built the morning fire in the old wood stove

Carried in more wood and kindling

Making the coffee for the grown-ups

Was a must do for me

Nine children were cared for

I was one of six that went to school

Two and a baby stayed home

Did they play in the snow?

I don’t remember seeing snow angels

When I got home-took care of them

Had more chores to do-cooking ,cleaning

Dishes to do-then homework

Seems like something always had to be done

I remember looking out of the window

After I had gone to bed

Snow was falling-had it erased the day?

I don’t know was I old before my time?

Where was I when the effect of it’s softness

Made its way into my soul, my thoughts?

I remember being tired, but happy and content

Was I comforted like now by it’s beauty

I don’t remember-but it doesn’t matter

I have this beautiful day of lazy snow

As I curl up within my mind

Can’t stay long though-still have chores to do.

 

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