Wednesday, February 24, 2010


Lord I am weary tonight.
So much of today wasn’t right.
The woman so bruised,
husband abused.
What a world,
needing Love,
needing Light.

Lord, I am troubled and torn,
by the pleadings of all the unborn.
Poverty rules,
Lucifer’s tools.
What a time,
needing Hope,
Grace adorned.

….. and the children,
born into our mess.
Survival is all they possess.
Innocence lost,
paying the cost,
for a lifestyle,
un Godly,
un Blessed.

Lord, be the Glow of my Heart.
Be the warmth, calling Home, in the dark.
Forgiveness and Peace,
be the Joy,
Sweet Release.
Through it all, Precious Savior, Thou Art.



John 16:33,

'These things I have spoken unto you, that in me ye might have peace. In the world ye shall have tribulation: but be of good cheer;I have overcome the world'.

Sunday, February 21, 2010

Small Brown Book

I came across your Bible,
The one you used to hold.
The shape of your back pocket,
Tattered worn and old.
Pages taped and inked on.
Cherished words of life.
I remember , it was part of you,
and part of me, your wife.

We used to share the words within.
What God would have us know.
Some we never understood,
still learning how to grow.
To everything a reason,
God's ways are not our own.
We surely had Love’s Season,
before you journeyed Home.

I came across your Bible,
The piece He left behind.
For me to know the value,
of all we seek to find.
A Guide Book for the weary.
Living Legacy of Love.
Penned by Holy Martyrs.
Tears of Grace and blood.

and, as I turned the pages,
so frail and worn, and thin.
Reading over all the verses,
highlighted within.
I thought of you and Streets of Gold.
Smiling down at me.
Take Heart, Rejoice,
Go be a Voice,
and All that you can be.



Monday, February 15, 2010


My Jesus,
Precious Saviour.
Come dance a while with me.
Walk with me, and talk with me.
Help me Shine for Thee.

I love You Lord,
and lift my eyes,
to Worship You this day.
You hold my life,
in Gentle Hands.
Love always finds a way.

I see You in the Sunshine.
The mountains shining snow.
The birdsong, and the flowers,
so full of Heavens glow.

I love you Lord,
Forgive me,
For all the times I stumble.
I get so lost,
and trouble tossed.
Just a sinner,
ever humble.

I see You when I close my eyes,
Arms so open wide.
Gently smiling,
‘Here I Am.
I never left your side’

I love You Lord,
and lift my heart,
to cleanse and make anew
Another day,
another way,
to live in Awe of You.

My Jesus,
Precious Saviour.
Come dance a while with me.
Walk with me, and talk with me.
Set my Spirit Free.

Saturday, February 13, 2010

Who But You

Help me Lord,
To Trust in You.
Ever close,
To see us through.

Who but You,
Can still my fears,
Be my courage.
Dry my tears.

I have Faith,
and I have Love,
but sometimes Lord,
just not enough.

Help me,
with my unbelief.
When this world offers,
no relief

Who but You,
Can part the Sea,
Move the mountains,
Carry me

Hold my heart
and hold my hand
Raise me up,
and help me stand.

Who but You
Can help me smile,
Bind my feet,
another mile.

I have Faith,
and I have Love,
but sometimes Lord,
just not enough.

Help me Lord,
To Trust in You.
Ever close,
To see us through.


Matthew 17:20,

‘If ye have faith as a grain of mustard seed, ye shall say unto this mountain, Remove hence to yonder place; and it shall remove; and nothing shall be impossible unto you.’

Thursday, February 4, 2010


My little piece of Heaven,
Where the world is not allowed.
Listening to bird song,
far from the Madding Crowd.

A little piece of childhood,
A little piece of Free.
A place to stop,
A place to rest.
A place to just be me.

Love upon my children.
Let them know I care.
Knowing all that really counts,
Is simply being there.

Pulling in the driveway,
So glad to just be home.
Precious time, to just unwind,
and cherish those my own.

A little piece of Heaven.
To stand and count the stars.
Believe, and thank my God.
How Wonderful You are.

Monday, February 1, 2010

For Thomas

Look at you,
All ‘gawky'.
Peach fuzz on your chin.
Haystack hair,
and ‘I don’t care,’
Wearing such a grin.

Do you know how much I love you.
Do you know how proud I am.
My off beat nerdy youngest son,
and such a Fine Young Man.

I remember when you were a babe.
Tantrums at age two.
All the heartache,long ago,
that stole so much from you.


Look at you today child.
My eyes well up with tears.
You took the best, rose above,
and Shine more every year.

------ with love
(Mom) Elizabeth

My God

My God,
Lives far beyond,
the confines of Religion.
He is the God who made it all,
with planning and precision.

Knows when every sparrow falls.
Every hair upon each head.
Rejoices, Grieves,
Lives and Breathes.
My God,
is'nt dead.

My God,
He does'nt care,
for pride,
so set apart.
The only part,
of any use,
lies deep within the heart.

A seed, so planted long ago.
A need, to fill that space.
something more.
A Yearning,
for His Face.

My God,
Paints Sunsets.
Strings the stars at night.
Halts the oceans,
at the shore.
Turns on the Sun,
for light.

Perfumes flowers.
Births New Life.
Hope, where there is none.
Walks the Walk,
of Love and Grace,
through the Sacrifice of One.

My God,
Loves you.
As you are.
Complete with all misgivings.
He is The Bright and Morning Star.
To make each day,
worth Living.