A frozen pause awaits an answer
while I hem and haw
Words flow the speed of melting molasses
only less sweet. On God I call.

Having forgotten what I know,
I plunge ahead unsure of what remains
The memory of the interview becomes
an inquisition fraught with intellectual pains.

Success seems so far away,
my only hope is Your mercy.
And that is just as well:
my heart does not like to hurry.

A Job-like career, full of sorrow,
a job I like seems distant.
Patient prayers come and go;
problems arise each instant.
I am thankful I am not God.
He must deal with a lot of grief

"Lord, the cross and empty tomb
remain my deepest relief."

Christ shall return.
The dead will rise.
My heart will know
God's sweetest prize.
( May. 25th, 2008 05:14 pm)
Two hearts are knit as one. The past is put
behind; the best is yet to come. Their eyes
aglow with joy for festivities, but
ahead will be their heartfelt cries.

Parental blessing, exchange of ancient vows
the bliss of love conceals small wrongs.
Alone, a pair form one another now.
At first their days are filled with songs.

Two souls are knit as one. Today their love
begins to crack, the marks of birth
to come which stretches their imaginat-
ion. Home becomes a place of worth.

The hungry cry of nights and day wear-
isome, in time the baby grows;
but not without more trips and falls and tears--
All this expands what babies know.

Three lives are woven as a tapestry.
then others come to fill the home
with time to work and play, relax and weep.
"Our Father, save the child who would roam."

With teenage drivers, mother prays for safe-
ty and good sense. The youth become
adults, somehow they keep the faith.
"God, grant new life to those now young."

The generations span a handful of dec-
-ades. Joy and sorrow ebb and flow.
Our God restores those lives once horrid wrecks
"Thank you, Lord, for helping us to grow."
( May. 25th, 2008 08:56 pm)
Christmas mourning robbed their simple joy:
Rachel's pain, of birthing early death.
Mommas crying for each little boy.
Maji came and led by God they left.

Pain today is known in Asian towns:
Hindu hate, cruelty and Muslim wrath
Still tear Christian churches' shelters down--
Hell's own highway crosses Heaven's path.

"Father: Holy, True, Divine dispell
Earthen weeds of sin and human pride.
Open eyes to needs that we can meet
Prepare our lives for peace inside."

Waiting for the final day, we trust
God to do His best where we are weak:
Calling near and firmly then to thrust
Saints onto the roads to boldy speak

Love and peace to those with Christ's own wounds
Across their backs, their faces, legs and arms.
Petty wants and prides curtailed and pruned,
May our lives be free of all that harms.
Lord God,
My path has strayed;
My eyes have wandered far;
My arms have over-reached;
My ears have cherished lies;
My tongue has tasted iniquity;
My head has been lifted in arrogance;
My own work has divided your people.

Prince of Righteousness,
Redirect my vision;
Reign in my grasping hands;
Remove deception from my hearing;
Restrain my heart with love;
Relish my mouth with truth;
Remove my pride;
Restore our peace.

Almighty God,
Clothe my feet with readiness,
Cover my chest with righteousness,
Drape zeal over my back,
Salvation over my head,
Faith within my grasp,
Truth around my waist,
Join me hand to hand with the brethren.

Good Shepherd,
Tranquility shall be my staff;
Clarity shall be my sight;
Charity shall be my offering;
Veracity shall open my ears;
Humility shall mark my heart;
Sincerity shall dwell upon my lips;
Equity shall become my treasure,
Until at last,
I rest within your arms
forever.
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