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May 22, 2013

Oh, Tiny Bud 5-22-13

Oh, tiny bud here on this branch
and many more that have no chance
in this dark world that no one sees -
the lost and silent "least of these".

They're covered up by others full,
with blooming blossoms, beautiful -
that dance so freely in the wind -
but oh, they do not know they've sinned.

The 'winners' flaunt their daily lives
when pride's indulging self arrives -
ignoring young and helpless, those
with hungry gut and dirty clothes.

While all those 'winners' seem to choose
different blossoms, different hues -
the traffic, loud, goes flying by.
...Seems no one cares which makes me cry.

But time will tell on judgement day
when all their wealth will have no say.
Still, God allows both rain and mud
and nourishes this tiny bud.

Oh, tiny bud here on this branch
and many more that have no chance
in this dark world that no one sees -
the lost and silent "least of these".

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May 13, 2013

In Melodies 5-13-13

As seagulls soar above the seas -
as busy as the honey bees -
and free of want, of any need,
light fingers float on ivory keys.

My arms reach out and grope so much
to sounds my soul seems deemed to clutch.
The music makes my soul sing out.
How eloquent- how soft the touch.

The melody I hear again.
My cheeks are soaked down to my chin -
I listen more- a hundred times!
How can I store them all within?

If I could mute out all the 'norm'
with notes so delicately warm -
so we, God's face, in them could see -
oh how, if I could so perform...

And yet the keys were touched so crisp,
that even sounds from roses lisp
had scattered petals through the sky,
that danced both to and fro in wisp.

Descending tenderly they near
and float emotions on my ear -
in melodies with eloquence -
that softly fade- then disappear...

The missing notes, God does forgive.
Instead of taking, I should give -
in love, as Jesus gave to me.
My life, like music, I must live.

(inspired by the musical talent of Mark Greer)

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May 12, 2013

World Without 5-12-13

If world had no sunshine
and world had no rain,
if world had no flowers
and world saw no gain -
then many, my tears
if I pondered awhile,
to think of God's world
without mama's warm smile.

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May 5, 2013

Over The Crest 5-5-13

Whew!  I finally made it to the shore.  My boat- a mangled mess.
I prayed a "Thank You!" to my God as God can always bless.

I dropped on shore exhausted so that I could catch my breath.
and thankful, was, that I escaped a close and certain death!

The storm clouds hovered up above.  They seemed to follow me -
yet now I'll be among my own and very happy be.

I rested some and then stood up on firm and solid ground.
There was a steep and rugged hill but first, I looked around.

I fought that ocean mightily- then shook my angry fist.
I scoffed at those huge laughing waves- as I could not resist.

No longer, rations, I would need now not a bit depraved.
On solid ground, I threw them out- because my life was saved!

I yelled, "You'll never beat me!  Not even at high tide!
Take this... and this... and this!" I said and threw my gear aside.

Then quietly a wave had came and carried it all out -
but I was safely on the shore.  With that, there was no doubt.

So then I started climbing up the steep and rugged hill.
Though it was tough, I challenged it with persevering will.

I did not want to hear again- those angry waves today.
Each step I took put space between and furthered me away.

And finally, I neared the top.  I sat to rest a bit.
I surveyed my accomplishments.  I won, I must admit.

I think that God looks down on me and sees my work and smiles.
I think that's why He knows that I can handle all my trials.

And then I pulled myself on up a little to the west -
but oh, my eyes grew bigger as I peered over the crest.

The moral of this story is:  Don't be too proud because -
it humbled me to see this sight.  I, on an island, was.

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Maybe the 'Garden of Eden' wasn't so bad after all...


Proverbs 16:18 (KJV)

18 Pride goeth before destruction, and an haughty spirit before a fall.