I—And YOU

I held out my hand to YOU

And YOU took it.

I cried out in pain to YOU

And YOU eased it.

I offered my empty heart to YOU

And YOU filled it.

I gave my love to YOU

And YOU embraced it.

I confessed my sin to YOU

And YOU forgave it.

I delivered my soul to YOU

And YOU saved it.

I handed my marriage to YOU

And YOU blessed it.

I sent up my thanks to YOU

And YOU welcomed it.

I lifted my praise to YOU

And YOU received it.

Oh! LORD JESUS! This YOU have done for me!

Thank YOU from the depth of my being!

LOVE, Karen

 

Free Hearts

Walking through the unknown at times

Surprises are welcomed-even enjoyed

Yet, sometimes scary, frightful thoughts

Bind up the heart

What do I do now?

Why did this happen?

Will everything be okay?

Of course! God has promised me!

And God cannot lie.

It is just me who questions

The “Why did this happen?”

And the, “How can this be allowed?”

I fret over the little things

Gripe and murmur about the hard

That’s not good! Hearts are heavy

Burdened by doubts and unbelief

God sees my moods

He hears my every thought

Can’t hide them from Him

Still the Grace! His wonderful Grace!

Oh! Where would we be without it?!

Tortured souls would be rampant

They are anyways-but only because

The tormented do not know

Their hearts can be free

Most of the time

They do not care to know

About His wonderful, life-giving

Guilt-smashing, mind-soothing Grace.

A free heart is a forgiven heart

Full of mercy, kindness, and love

The burdens have been lifted

He carries the load

I only have to obey His Word

Be forgiving as He is

When I can’t, I tell Him and repent

Then He takes the lead

Guides me to His Mercy Seat of Grace

And I am cleansed from all sin

A free heart is a clean heart

Holds no grudges, nor heavy feelings

Soft and ready to forgive

Giving Grace to the one who has hurt

The one that pierced the innocent’s heart

Scaring it beyond perceived hope

Crying tears of release for all now

Praying they will find this peace

In their own Salvation

A free heart is a loving entity

Which Grace has supplied

With the balm of peace

Questions have been answered

Fears relieved

Doubts replaced with quiet understanding

Immortal destinies are revealed

Hope is renewed

Hearts are free again.

Into the Light

the paths we take

may not always be right

sometimes they take us

into the dark night

We stumble-we fall

trying to find

our way

back to the light

we search-we seek

for someone to lead

some one to take us

into the light

we tremble-we cry

and don’t know why

life won’t help us

back to the light

we reaped-we sowed

by taking the wrong path

so we humble ourselves

we repent-we get right

for only God knows the way

out of the dark night

He has the eternal sign

that simply says

 “Just follow the Light.”

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.

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.

A Tale That is Told

Psalm 90:9 For all our days are passed away in thy wrath: we spend our years as a tale that is told.”

“We spend our days as a tale that is told.”

From our infancy until we are considered old

So what will our life’s tale have to say,

About our walk into this God-given day?

Were we good children when put to the test?

Was patience a nearly impossible quest?

Would we bring honor to our God and King?

If our life was to be our only offering?

Our days are flying by at eternal speed

As God is still meeting our earthly need

So will this be the testimony of our broken soul?

The tale that Christ Jesus has made us whole?

OH! We must tell the tales that need to be told!

The ones about Heaven and the streets of gold

Show the children the paths to be trod

How to be saved by the truths of God

We need to speak about the love that flowed so free

From Calvary’s timbered bloody tree

OH! Sinner listen and don’t walk hell’s path

The Word tells us of the Father’s eternal wrath

The Truth has been told for God cannot lie

There are two places to go when we die

We will be responsible for what we behold

For God has written down the tale our life told.

Enduring Grace

Day comes before the night

Night before the day

Each has it’s turn to dance

Before they go away

Darkness reaps as in a trance

Before succumbing to the light

Dawn exposes the wrongs

That Jesus would make right

Daily heeding the coming day

The blackness recedes

And backs away

Time must fulfill its alloted needs

As it searches on and on

Reaping the whirlwind

Then is gone

Shadows linger upon the mortal’s face

Coldness holds on to the heart

In it’s unholy embrace

Darkness again makes a call

From it’s lonely, hopeless place

Must not listen or we will fall

Oh do not heed this bequiling voice

Make the Light of God your chosen way

Repentance should be the only choice

For therein lives the hope of day

Within all the human race

Yes the Light has birthed and Spirit borne

The Father’s enduring grace.

 

 

 

 

He Gave His All

No wonder the Father will be angry

When His earthly children fail to see

The miracle of what He had done

When He sent His only begotten Son

This special gift from heaven above

Arrived with all power, authority, and love

Redemtion came as a babe that day

To be the Truth, the Life, and the Way

Bound by the promise to give His all

He willingly answered the Father’s call

His Mama wept her tears of grateful joy

As she held her precious little Boy

Knowing as they were streaming down her face

She had been touched by wondrous grace

Now every mother’s child can chose to be

Redeemed and miraculously set free

“Choose ye this day” is still the call

To serve the One who gave His all.

 

Come Sunday

The future danced

Beyond my thoughts

He had said, “Come Sunday,

We would be together again-

Just hang on to the hope ahead.”

Then it happened!

I said the wrong thing

Stress exploded

Shattering the promise

Rivers of regret flooded my soul

Tears watered my pillow

As I waited-broken and alone

Haunting questions

Would he forgive? Is he okay?

Already hurt by the grief of loss

Making arrangements

Through the cords of pain

Others imposing their will

Taking away his right to be

Wasn’t that what I had done?

So I watched for him

Waiting, listening, not knowing

Praying his words would come true

For he had said, “Come Sunday,

We would be together again.”

Friday brought him close enough

To see him briefly

And to say words shrouded

In the sadness of broken dreams

Then a phone call, a glimmer of hope

And I said, “We didn’t make it to Sunday did we?”

He asked in a voice as broken as mine

“Do you want to make it to Sunday?”

“Oh, Yes!” I cried. “Come see me when you can.”

My heart soared on wings of love

As on Saturday, God showed us forgiving grace

“Come Sunday” and my love was here!”

 

Daylight and Darkness

Daylight and darkness through my window streams

Waking me when the night shadows lift

Then at evening’s tide lulling me into my dreams

Each new day bringing to me it’s glorius gift.

Will I open this bounty of goodness and grace?

Or fretfully peek into tomorrow’s box of woe?

Unopened gifts that my memories cannot embrace

Only gather dust their contents to never show.

The Father sends His gifts wrapped in the quiet morn

Floating on the fragrace of the dawn’s fragile rose

Mercy and forgiveness share joys that are freely borne

To my hurting heart, the reason only He knows.

It is up to me now to carry to the end of my day

These precious gifts of love that He does bestow

And with His Light to show me the way

I will open the gift of eternity’s rainbow.

 

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