Give

GIVE

The other morning as I lay upon my bed

I heard God speak, and this is what He said,

"Go out and feed the multitude" said He

And, as usual, I answered, "Lord, do you mean me?"

Over the last few days He has said, "Yes, you,

Follow Me and I will show you what to do,

You are to be the bread in pieces broken,

You are to be every word that I have spoken,

You are to be used by Me the crowds to feed,

But first you must be the yielded seed."

"But I am such a nothing"  I said, a little sad.

"Ah, that is what you must be---just as the little lad.

I used his fishes and his barley loaves

I used them to feed the hungry droves

Because, even though he was just a little lad,

He gave Me all---he gave all he had."

Then He reminded me of the widow's mite

That was said by Jesus to be greatest in His sight

Even though it seemed so paltry and so small

Was great because it was her very all.

He said, "I want all of you without doubt or reserve

Don't look back and neither try to conserve

Give all you have and are and through that release

I, your God, will take your little and furnish the increase."

 This is not a word for me alone, I now realize

It is for His children to commit our very lives

We are called to be the broken bread,

That the multitude shall surely be fed.

     I am casting my bread upon the waters---its up to God to use it for His Glory.   May it be done in Jesus' Name.   amen

The Enemy

THE ENEMY

I have an enemy of my soul

He has stalked me all my years

From a child 'til now I'm old

He has filled my life with fears

When but a girl so small

With wonder and hope in my heart

When I understood not at all

The enemy had his hateful start

When and how did he begin

To torment and fill me with despair

Did he ride upon an evil wind

Using hateful words to ensnare

Just how he got his ugly start

Probably I'll never know

Oh, how he crippled my childish heart

He proved to be my bitter foe

He made me wish I were dead

Carefree days of childhood he stole

My paths wandered where he led

He made my heart stiff with cold

He entwined himself around me

He etched my face with a frown

I wondered sometimes what I could be

If only I wasn't always down

Then I met Jesus and let Him in

He became my savior so sweet

He loved me and became my friend

He melted my heart with Holy heat

Still, the enemy stayed near me

Refused to give up ground

Oh Lord Jesus, how can this be?

You lift me up and he pulls me down

Jesus, I will name my enemy

He is called "depression"

Jesus I do want to be free

Hear my sad confession

I let him bend and warp me

Helplessly I flounder in blackest gloom

Overcome with fatigue, unable to flee

Guilty 'cause I gave him room

Jesus, You are my hope now

Why am I at times overcome

Why do I scrape and bow

To that filthy evil one?

The only peace I have known

The only beauty, the only happiness

Comes directly from Your throne

Jesus, You alone are my rest

Jesus, the enemy is lurking still

In the shadows, he's most always there

He fiendishly attempts to kill

Me with hopelessness and despair

Why do I let him rampage

Why can't I bid him go

Why can't I resist his savage

Attacks?  I just don't know

Why do I forget from time to time

That Jesus is living within

Jesus, my only hope devine

Jesus, my true and trusted friend.

No matter how the enemy tries

Jesus, you always hold him back

You always hear my silent cries

You have the courage that I lack

Cause me to keep my eyes upon You

Strengthen me with Your might

Lead me in all Your will to do

Together we will win this fight.

     If anyone reads this who suffers from depression, I pray you will be encouraged and know that Jesus will substain us in the darkest of times if we trust Him to do so.  I still love the child's song, "Jesus loves me, yes I know, for the bible tells me so.  Little ones to Him belong, we are weak but He is strong!   God bless.   CS

Too Late?

       

     I think most everyone has heard the frog in boiling water story.  A frog in a pot of cold water is blissfully unaware when the heat is turned on.   Then, gradually the water temperature rises without any notice from Mr. Frog.   By the time it reaches the boiling point, its too late.  
     We in America, if not lobster red, are tumbling amidst merry little boil bubbles, soon to render us worthless, tasteless, and not fit for the dogs.   The sad thing is, most folks don't know and could care less that our culture has died the death of creeping crud and Godlessness.  What happened to morality?   To a culture without cursing and filth?   To  churches that taught the gospel of Jesus Christ without the fear of "offending someone"?   The "anything goes" culture has come to a roiling boil.  Is it too late?   Only God can answer that.  I hope its not too late for the lost souls to be saved--the multitudes who think God is just a cuss word. 
      I pray for a bountiful harvest for Jesus Christ--dear ones to come to know Him.  If its too late for our nation, please, Father God, don't let it be too late for the people.   Pour our Your Holy Spirit upon this nation, upon this planet earth.  Convict all of sin, convince all of their need for the only Savior, Jesus Christ. Convey Your great love in sending Your Son, to die on the cross, shedding His blood for payment of our sins and that He rose from the grave and is now seated at Your right hand, interceeding always for us. Thank you and amen
     John 3:16 "For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth on Him should not perish but have everlasting life."

Superhighway

SUPERHIGHWAY

It runs everywhere

Near, far, over there

Well traveled by many

Open to any

Brightly lit to lure

Colorfully appealing

Conscience stealing

A million names

A zillion games

All ending the same

No matter the name

Destination----Hell's pit

No road out of it!

But there is a path

Escaping God's wrath

Straight and slim

Only through Him

Who's Him?, you say

Where's this only way?

Jesus Christ is His Name

He isn't a game

Pick up your cross

And follow

Jesus

To

Enter in

Saved from sin

Free to live

Eternally with Him

2010

A River

A RIVER

I dreamed of angry

raging waters,

sweeping away

life's debris

All that

swirling, raging,

muddy mess

once important

to me.

Relentless,

no pause or rest,

until at last

the waters run

pure and clear,

soaring past.

But then, horrified

I see

the swift stream

begin to erode

me

like a sugar drop

disappearing fast.

Will there be

anything left?

Is there gold

bought in the fire?

Only my heart

cleansed by

Jesus' blood

could endure

the awful flood

I awoke

trembling, but

knowing deep within

my soul is saved

I belong to Him

I am a

blood bought

blood washed

child

of God.

Christ in me,

The Hope of Glory!!!

10/10/10

Weary

          I am posting two poems.   The first one was written about 1964.   I was a single mother, working as a waitress, living with my mother, and could only see a bleak, empty future.   Those were days of struggle and bare bones existence.  I didn't have Jesus yet in my life.

Weary

Weary is the one

Who can't succumb

The flight of time

The rocky climb

Of life's bright sun.

Who can't keep pace

Can't endure the race

The days fly by

Leaving a lost cry

Of a bewildered face.

          The next poem was written about ten years down the road, in 1974.   It speaks for itself!

Weary No More

Weary, weary---weary no more

Jesus knocked, I opened the door

The Holy Spirit now dwells within

Praise the Lord---I'm born again

A babe, a new babe am I

But now there's no lost cry

Christ enfolded me with love's light

Weary fears have taken flight

Oh, thank You, Lord

Praise You, Lord

Lifted are my burdens of sin

Love abides---peace dwells within!

A Pearl

A PEARL

Child, a gossamer web of innocence

Covering your young soul, Girl

Tho acquiring many rips and rents

Still wrapping 'round to form a pearl

Child, your eyes are wide and bright

With wonder, thirsty with need

For love, for cuddling, to be held tight

Need unmet plants hurt---a small seed

Child, you speak low---what's that you say?

Words unheeded, but your eyes are pained

Something precious has been stolen away,

Love denied---all joy is drained.

"Why was I born?"  you query,

"To bitterness, rejection and uselessness."

You see no pearl, you only grow weary

You seem engulfed in hopelessness.

Child, you don't know yet but later will see

You are wonderfully made---an intricate part

Of your Father's love---of His family

A pearl knit of pain, yet close to the Father's heart.

Child, you belong to almighty God, yes you do

Won't you surrender yourself to Him?

Let His wonderful love surround and enfold you

Open your heart doors and let Him in.

Child, don't be anymore afraid

Jesus came 'specially for you and all born

He laid His life down---a debt fully paid

He showed us His glory on resurrection morn

Child, there are two paths you can stride

One, sparsely traveled is rocky, a narrow strip

The other, popular, is smooth and very wide

But Child, have you seen the end of it?

Child, don't let the glitter of this world

Lead you into Hell's firey horrors

Child, you are such a lovely pearl

Made to grace Heaven's corridors

Child, you are a lovely pearl,

Tho pressed, torn and tossed away

With Jesus, you'll shine, Girl

As the sun on a brilliant day

Written a few years ago.

In Me

IN ME

Lord, I'm so ugly----ugly and old

"In Me, you are lovely to behold."

I am poor with nothing to spend

"In Me, you have riches without end."

Sometimes I am so lonely and blue

"Why, when I Am always with you?"

So much of my past I regret

"Why worry when I forget?"

I feel so useless, no good at all

"Child, let Me be your very all."

I am so confused, what should I do?

"I Am peace and I abide in you."

Sometimes I tremble with great fear

"Why, Child, when I Am here?"

But Lord, I just don't understand

"Child, just know you are in My hand."

Help me Lord, for I am so weak

"I Am the strength that you seek."

Lord, I know that You are in me

"Child, do you finally see?"

Yes, Christ in me, I in Him

Hope of glory without end.



Looked

LOOKED

Looked down---so much was lost

Looked around---great the cost

Looked within---saw only sin

Looked above---found Jesus' love.

         That's it, my life in a nutshell.   I am beginning my blog page by giving credit to Jesus for anything good in me.   The stuff that doesn't come up to snuff, I have to take the credit for.

         Believe me, I have looked in a lot of dead-end places, not sure what I was even searching for sometimes.   Finally, at the age of thirty-seven, I found THE answer and I've never looked back. Has it been a bed of roses?  Absolutely-----with more thorns than I can number.  The thorns hurt a lot but, what does that poster I read at the fitness center, say?   Oh yeah, "No pain, no gain."  The thing is, Jesus binds wounds with His love.   He cleanses it with the washing of His Word (when I make the effort to read it), and He pours in the healing oil of His mercy and grace.   What could be better than that?  Just as I spent a lot of time looking, all the while Jesus was looking and waiting for me to come to Him. 
 Revelation 22:17 
 "And the Spirit and the bride say, Come.  And let him that heareth say, Come, And let him that is athirst come, and take the water of life freely."